Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
We Argue – harmony has some bum notes
Uninterrupted bliss is not our scene
My poems suggest our love has nothing mean...
Allie, I’m reaching out, I’m reaching out.
Here, Allie, hold. Hold my sinful hand.
My darling...
