His urges worked to remove him for a month to another place, to lie with girls in hotel rooms, face down in their paid-up disgrace..
Your beauty is to float above his weight of hate, it's how you deal with love, dealt in your practiced way..
We are sat drinking 'Old Speckled Hen', out of cooled tins in the summer's cold rain..
This crumbling man has let you down, with shortened pulls of heavy breaths..
Jacob Rees-Mog is a dangerous man, playing the gent to fool your Gran..
Here her brushed skin rises over her freckled shoulders, and then slopes away to meet her curved spine's cobbled path...
In these recharged times of eye-sucking screens the two boys still felt the pull to cold rock pools..
Is there nothing more depressingly British than pacing wet stretches of railway platforms?..