Revised sonnet #69
A standard sailor suit Id wear a card
The whistling driver drove on never fussed
I liked to case the humming horse tram yard
Id sit so still concerned conductors sussed
Id slink inside a horse tram dead of dusk
Id study making whoopee strokes turned sighs
Off roller seats arose their sensual musk
Those massaged mammaries Id memorise
The honey hair the cheeks of rosy bloom
The cycle riding coat in black and gray
The tilted hat its veil and pheasant plume
The boots on shoulders his the thighs that splay
To orphanage I would then wander back
In hooky nature study risk of smack
Chorus back ritorno terug
