Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Darkness has won - though street-lamps soldier on
Still overall oblivion’s in the sky
Thick and ruthless enemy of the eye...
Let’s go to the Music Museum again,
Let’s fulfil that silly ambition –
Each April to October we intend to and then...