Fun For An Hour When The He's Gone-

Can One Trick Nights Feed 40 Days?

In My Bed At The Break Of Dawn She

Shivered Like A Vein Slashed Bright And New-

She's Got The Radio Active, It Makes

Me Feel Ok (I Don't Feel Ok)

Grip- Force The Vials, Strip The Locks, Smash

The Set And Slash The Beds, And When It

Looks Like A Wife's Ex-plot, We'll Cover

All The Rugs With Cheap Perfume

Like A Docent's Lisp

Like A Damsel's Spit

Like A Dry Gin's Twist (of Lime)

Like A Poor Droll Sir

Like A Poke's Dull Spurs

Like A Pastor's Flock (no Church)