I grumbled lightly

I blundered rightly 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 endowed

And yet  he never made a will

And every day he burned the toast

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.