We lay on our summer bed With a breeze caressing our love Robbie was still wearing his glasses As he was nearly blind without them Erotic Poems of Summer
I walked into the slow river Wearing nothing but a shift The water was summer cool I was able to see my halt In the middle distance And sensed its final train
His head exploded Suddenly and without warning The Queen had been widowed I was soon aware of all the facts And wrote a very detailed book Which was burnt in front of me
The Queen was so thin That it seemed that she might Snap in the weakest breeze Many doubted her gender And this lead to disquiet Within our already divided country
It was a summers day Full of high winds The white clouds Were scudding Across the blue sky I was sitting On a concrete step Sketching these errant clouds
