Roar away my feisty snorer

Whilst I leave to have a pee

What could frighten an adorer...

We shall fly, head to the south

Where things are hot and nature’s deep

Where love and desire never sleep...

I’m a classicist of the old school

I’m into rhyming, iambs, dactyls

Go blank sometimes, but essentially cool...

Come train through the forests of rain

Bring my girl to my aching arms

Into the night against the grain...

From depth of bed to springing step

(The stick discarded on the way)

From enforced tiredness to pep...

The clouds are breaking to the south

Sunlight is sifting through

And now I’m dreaming of the mouth...

A kiss came out of nowhere

And settled on my mouth

Phantom pleasure from the air...

Your bum is better than Venus’s arse

I dwell upon it constantly

Two rounded hillocks of real class...

I love you good or bad

You love me – the same way

It should not make us sad...

Loveliest, nowhere looking your age

Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear

The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...