We meet at The Lido on Hampstead Heath –
We chip through our shells and the journey begins
I cannot hold your laughter – it is a swampy fish
You are peeling your eyes off my hands
Naked in the air –
What is there left to hide?
We will swim with the women and after
well after – perhaps we will just talk
To play Scrabble with you would be oh so very loud
And the first word I would place will be.......?