Tom ate the peach and the peach became Tom,
Took his mind off Religion and the Somme,
The texture very much more than expected.
Reviews were stern but light lifted the lid.
Flesh he consumed, its juice, roundness to the
core
With some Wensleydale cheese from the top drawer
On water biscuits if you please and he did.
His secretary finished the paperwork,
Notes with ‘No’, manuscripts from Young Turks.
The world is everything that is the case.
Time for gin and tonics over at her place,
Cat talk and their talk and yes how pleasant
Taking their clothes off, the eternal present.
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