Sister Geraldine drifted into a golden field She was wearing a long cerise shirt We had travelled for many hours

I was walking along an exposed lane Which was slowly melting with age The fields of sunflowers were endless

We will muddle through We always do Johnny You must realise that Do not stress Effie The English are very tolerant It is a great and worthy gift But we can be incredibly ruthless History has taught us this many times

The summer is closing the light fading I am now wearing a shirt in bed The southern trains often pass my window But I am not sharing their journey I find this immensely tragic Robert who I love deeply Has offered me a job I will manage his station kiosk Deep on platform five

Je parle toujours anglais. Quand je suis en France. Pourquoi ? Parce que je ne parle pas français.

May I have a ticket To the  Jardin d’Acclimatation Will that be a single or a return A return please As I intend to return

A pretty Finch politician Left her lace knickers In my Paris apartment I have worn them ever since But as of today they are yours Do with them as you will

Yesterday an ape escaped And took the life Of a dear friend of mine I am now suing The Ministry of Locks

I didn’t know that you shaved down there What month is Julian July July is a hot month I am prone to smells and painful rashes It is much cleaner and more aesthetic Erotic Poems of Summer

The Andorra is a most handsome yacht With white blue and black sails I often travel to other islands Without thoughts of return