A mere sip of JB
Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 1:20 pm
In a Bath Teashop
Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another
Let us hold hands and look.
She, such a very ordinary little woman;
He, such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.
Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another
Let us hold hands and look.
She, such a very ordinary little woman;
He, such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.