At a loss, she cries
Heart-breakingly as she runs
Down the callous stairs.
Down the callous stairs,
As if shifting dimension
My last 'loo roll goes.
My last 'loo roll goes
Can anyone spare a square?
I'm in dire need
I'm in dire need
the clock is ticking faster
where is the bourbon?
Where is the bourbon
when the waffles need a shot
of puff and flavour.
Of puff and flavour
There is too little, my dear
We need more whimsy.
We need more whimsy,
Vaguely eccentric writers
In this pure yoghurt.
In this pure yoghurt,
I doodle your name, and think
nuts and berries, yes!
Picking from bushes,
protected from mosquitoes
by heavy netting.
By heavy netting,
In the dank of July's spring,
The slow river swims...
the slow river swims
under bridges, past barges
where we make up rhymes.
Where we make up rhymes,
Masters' shadows fall on us,
In Verse Nirvana.
In verse Nirvana
Colbain missed his shangri-la
Peace, so hard to hear
Peace, so hard to hear,
but listen, I think I hear
a nightingale now.
a nightingale now
falls from the ledge
and dies in the snow
and dies in the snow
never reaching the summit
others will go on
Others will go on,
where we have failed, and conquer
great fears and mountains.
Great fears and mountains,
Peaked with dusk and horizon:
Both are hard to mount.
Both are hard to mount
The virgin and the engine
timing is everything.
