Summer she’s had her time, allot: A drubbing in the rain A tinkling in the chimney-pot Drumming; on the windowpane. Summer she’s all but faded and gone
A Chinese crime fighting copper Took out a dirty big chopper And said; who’s this noodle I’ll boil up his pink poodle For telling all us such a whopper!
She’s a precocious milky sky A moon white opals radius Her velvet hand of winter calls Beckoning to all, who’ll pause? In their stalactite breaths; outdoors
Find me a rose bed Where lovers have wed Where angels have fed Drunk on the nectar Of love and passion Drunk on the spectre Of petticoats ashen A butterfly collector I would projector
