by Guy Gisbourne
She mulled over a heap of things,
Groves of ancient trees,
Cemeteries of marble grief.
She attended the funeral of a pilot
And smiled at the dam buster’s theme
We’re a very sexy family
Especially dressed in black.
She remembered a former lover
And wriggled on her stool deliciously.
Can a punch cause appendicitis?
She bounced and shrieked in delight.
She read about Trotsky’s train,
Grinding through the forests of the night,
With one thousand five hundred comrades,
Keeping the revolution alive.