[Brian Allgar]

“Come into the garden, Maud” -
Are you out of your minuscule mind?
“The black bat has flown”, “Spices wafted abroad” ...
Such drivel were better unsigned.
Those lines may have scored with a half-witted bawd,
But I’m not a girl of the kind
To dally with poets in gardens - dear Lord!
Do you think I am stupid or blind?

I know what you’re after, you’re all just the same;
You poets are lechers and ninnies.
Do I look like a girl who’d become easy game,
Or who hasn’t the faintest what sin is?
A lady to lead to your garden of shame
Like one of those poppets of Prinny’s?
So “No” is the answer, you’ve picked the wrong name -
Unless you’ve a couple of guineas.

(I only posted this so early so that I could allow myself to read the others. Highly entertaining, Martin and Douglas - and Joyce too, come to that.)