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Destination heaven
 

In a manner rather course

She’s got electric fingers an’ dive-in eyes

Pools of fascination I could swim for miles

Irresistible figure nudging five foot nine

Destination heaven an’ she’s mine all mine

 

In a manner more refined

Won’t you stay a little longer here in England?

Must you catch the flight to Paris straight away?

Tell me what I need to do that might persuade you

Let me furnish fifty reasons for delay?

 

In the time I’ve had the pleasure of your friendship

In the short time since you walked into my life

I have held the keys to heaven all too briefly

May I beg, entreat, implore you miss your flight?

 

In the meadows where we walked and planned forever

In the English countryside in summertime

In the luscious grass were passions struck like lightning

Was it wrong of me to want more than one night?

 

May I sway your thinking now in England’s favour

Let your ‘plane take off for Paris minus one

I’ll be by the carousel praying you’ll be there as well

I shall wait for half an hour and then be gone

 

My wait was somewhat less than twenty minutes

Just the time it takes to disembark the ‘plane

The airport echoed with my name and then I saw you wave

And my heart cried ‘France’s loss is England’s gain’!
 

© Joseph G Dawson
11/06/2018





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