Dreaming of my landlady again
Her accent posh as if she would be Queen
She hated mess and mould but mainly men
Pure and tidy like a new made nun
Her virtue and her vice competing streams
Dreaming of my landlady again
As she grew older, purity was won
Her husband ran away and she turned green
She hated mess and muck but mainly men
I wonder what might be her favourite sin
Eating Weetabix with milk and cream?
Dreaming of my landlady again
Her spouse provided her with just one son
His cot annoyed her husband ,I presume
She hated mats and mice but mainly men
She had no vacuum cleaner than a broom
She polished it with duraglit at noon
Dreaming of my landlady again
I gave her up for Lent but she’s not gone.
