The bee rang

On Richmond’s pill you won’t be ill~
Lots of dove’s with scarlet ribbons.
Where the bee rings, there am I.
Never more shall I see you ,since  you went to live in Looe.
On the boney,boney flanks of Don Rooming.
Oh,you’ll take the Aye vote and I’ll take the No.
Oh for the bling ,for the blong  from above
Appalled in  the April evening.
Along the   lowly mode of Bethlehem
The seams of Carrie’s coat to us.
La haute sur la montagne etait un vieux chalet.So they say
Darn my holes I beseech thee,Oh God.
Where the moth stings ,there am I.
Guiltless as the evening’s are, my vibrator’s gone too far.

[I actually read a book by  a widow who recommended getting one but may be as I am older I am more desirous of affection from  human beings than having a thrill alone.]
Where have all the ours gone?
We’ll   keep going ,the waters flowing ………….. to the rivers of Babylon where we sat down and swept.