The stranger told me many secret thoughts
I might have been a spy for malign powers
She did come over as a human fraught
She asked me what provisions I had brought.
For what imagined journey did she lure?
The stranger told me strange yet mournless thoughts
I told her I’d no fish ,for none would bite
As for frogs, my count was even fewer
She did incense me,warmed by numbers fraught
She asked to see a priest for the last rites
Or for an editor whose work were pure
The stranger told me free,once hidden, thoughts
On purity and need ,she said, it’s naught
Perhaps for mystics, 0 is what allures
She did come over , take my arm and bite
As a child I loved to write with chalk
But being bitten I cannot endure
The stranger gave me plans,handwritten, typed.
Will she get a chance to drop shells here
Or is it wise to fathom Southend Pier?
The stranger told me many deviant thoughts
She then arrested me as well she might
