Image and original photo by Katherine
There was a young lady from Bow
Who liked both Ted Hughes and his crow
Alas he knew not
Her fantasies rot
She moved to East Walthamstow
She loved a young Frenchman called Jean
He had her heart in his pocket,ah men!
He was writing Nausea
But not Diarrhea
Sartre, he’s done it again.
At last she got married and then
She had her first child,little Ben
Her husband was thrilled
As she was on the pill
But control must fail now and again!
How my heart sings 