Lovesong
Oh let us go to Greenwich you and I And see the origin of time The place where seconds were first discovered Bubbling up like hic-ups in grey mud covered Up on that there hill overlooking Olde Father Thames And later hours were found Once they had a powerful Embroided large handkerchief To wipe the sweat from the brows of nearby weary tradesmen whose job was to surface the roads; To help the passage of time flow more seamlessly. Oh let’s go to Greenwich you and me Where the river tide flows out Towards the sea And the baby in its buggy Grows whiskers on her cheeks Whilst the museum assistant Makes sure no one speaks As he takes stock in the corner Who left him in charge Of the gold leaf flotilla And the funeral barge?