They went around the hillside.
They walked there hand in hand.
No one they'd rather be beside
In this vast grassy land.

They sat down near a tree
And he got out his grey flask.
He poured a cup of tea.
She didn't need to ask.

A biker frightened off the birds.
That's just what bikers do.
His leather jacket bore the words
'I'm going to marry you'.

The biker said to Sarah,
"You're coming with me now."
But Colin coughed and said 'ah'.
He'll intervene somehow.

He didn't want to fight him.
Colin's not so brave.
This biker might be quite dim,
But his middle name is Grave.

Colin said he'd love to fight,
But he's wearing his good sweater,
And he can't see in the fading light.
Next weekend would be better.

Grave took out his diary.
There was no empty space.
In every day all he could see
Was 'Punching people in the face'.

Apart from twelve on Tuesday.
'Viola class' was there.
He'd been learning how to play.
He wished he'd left that bare.

He covered that one with his thumb,
And showed them all his meetings.
He then spat out his chewing gum.
He does that before beatings.

A pirate with his sword out
Came charging down the slope.
Dangerous, without a doubt.
He offered Colin hope.

But the charge came to an end
When he ran into a tree.
Colin said, "He's a friend."
It was either that or flee.

The pirate lay still on the ground.
Grave looked to where he lay.
Neither of them made a sound.
The pirate stayed this way.

Kids poked the pirate with a stick.
He didn't move one bit.
Even with a well-aimed kick
He didn't mind being hit.

Grave looked at his watch and said,
"I'm supposed to do some deed."
He needed to be there instead.
He rode away at speed.

Colin held his head up high.
"You were great," said she.
To Grave they waved and said goodbye.
They went back to their tea.