Revised sonnet #67
A Magdalen I am the clothes of class
I loiter Durham St I pitch a lay
Arrear the building brick and glass and brass
Upon the cedar deck of empty dray
The cutest mule youll mount I say and bray
He raises skirt and petticoat to peep
The satin boots I stomp apart to splay
He drops his pants at once he plunges deep
A monocle or pince nez secret keep
He doesnt recognise his dirty doves
The passersby to queer conclusions leap
His style the bowler walking stick and gloves
You bank the money when you catch your breath
You cream the city life in little death
Chorus breath puff wind
