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
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