What is this pace we entreat together
We must know this’ll never work
—–Drop a line, pick up two
Seven players sit better together
Must we cos’ for the Turks
I’ll wear the I.D. Badge of course
Otherwise I’ll hear about it.
Does she know I’m properly mental
Oh, dear boy— I surely doubt it—
Still, she laughs; energy brimming.
Pick up a line & drop one back
I doubt she’s that experimental–
Crest-less, dangling with a tail that trails off
Dear lamb, turn your head, and coffee’s off.
Tea-cakes are a must, you’ll trust-
’til all the lines are fully aloft.
I’m not scoffing, but You must be lost <\3