We had sex in the stumpery

sex in the Aston,

I discharged my royal duty

like a good 'un,

sometimes the mood would take us

on bracing walks in tweeds

discovering the peripherals of pleasure

after the pie and pudden'.

 

I oft would try to catch her

where the compost bins grow high

with the sweetcorn erecting

i'd love her with a sigh.

 

Alas! the seeds of Autumn now

lie fallow in the field

and the grow one's own are wilting fast,

one simply accepts that couldn't last.

 

So goodbye now you ravages

we found so spicy then;

I tend to talk to cabbages now

and dream of little green men.