The song in the seventies man’s pocket went like this : my king of kings in the garden , my prince of dreams etc. The seventies man has come all the way riding on round 2 on a song in his pocket.
This morning we had come upon a certain Mrs. Porter and a Mr. Sweeny who would come riding on motors and horns. He might have been Actaeon who came upon a bathing Diana in the woods. Mrs. Porter had her foot in a soda water fountain and Sweeny would one day come though he was not Actaeon nor Mrs Porter a Diana.
On curved flexible necks we look back
To find Mr. Sweeny near a Mrs.Porter
Of classical fame ,bather in the woods
Now with foot in soda water fountain.
On our flexible curved neck we are fluid
In our past histories and current affairs.
Quite collapsible in all affairs and views,
We have no backs for a winged chariot.
But at everyone’s back there is a wicked chariot. Not much purpose would be served to stay coy. How everyone Marvels at her coyness!