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!
In terms of worldly achievement, no,
Not an impressive report to make:
Like, nothing published, whilst long ago...
I got down from the train at Kew
Crossed the road to catch the bus
To home, the very heart of us...
