Growing up
(A comic rhyme)

‘Many, many lives have
            I had near
And many girls have
            I held dear.’

So sang the boatman
            Boatman dressed in red.
Who moved us swiftly
            Swiftly as we fled.

From where we fled,
We need not say.

Yet we shall:

White-pink apple blossom
Encased in a bilious bullying fur.
A feline ghost – light white
‘In the mountains you feel free’
(Come, come, run along with me,
Climb, climb, this high-tall tree.)
Neat glasses, spiced with scorn, are served by waiters upon an emerald lawn:
A Roberts is singing in the shade.