I blundered rightlyl and out loud
When giving lectures, paying bills
When at a seance I met my host
Kissing on the windowsill
We ate a steak, and a cream tea
Making love by memory
His family were well endiwed
And yet he never made a will
And every day he burned the toas
My tranquilizers made me chill
The cakes were faked beside the sea
While we made love on the TV
I lead my pupils with heads bowed
Beneath the red brick cotton mill
And so it was we saw the ghosts
And spirits wrote with their long quills.
Beneath the cake, we saw frogs freeze
Cats enchanted by the trees.

