Monica sighed

Rolled on her side

She was so impressed that she just surrendered





She was moved by his wheels

She was just up from Wales

He was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch her





Lose the sense of time

Nail down the blinds

And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending





Joking aside

The mechanical bride

Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender.





Let me just point out discreetly

Though you never learn

All those tawdry late night weepies

I could make you weep more cheaply





As the empty moon enamels

Monica with spoons and candles

Bangs around without the light on

Furniture to get it right on





Settled in a homely fishpool

Hung with little eels

Often thinks that travel widens

'Stay at home, the trout obliges'





Monica sighed

Rolled on to her side

She was so impressed that she just surrendered.