I went to see Sue.
Sue, I saw.
She saw me too.
I shook her dog's paw.

I meant to say, "Sue,
Jane thinks I'm thick.
So what will I do?
There must be some trick."

But we went to see John,
And John saw us.
He said Anne had gone
To the sea on a bus.

I said, "I remember
What I meant to say.
Anne thinks September
Is like a great play,

"With music and dance,
The gold wind-borne leaves.
In the choices of chance
And its dice, she believes.

"And she says that's why
It's the right time of year
To sing at the sky,
Let heads swim in beer,

"And bodies can spin
And swing to the sound,
A head-to-toe grin
Till they fall to the ground,

"And play the piano,
Each note brings a thrill,
And keep saying 'Ah no.
Alright. Yes I will'

"When someone comes round
With a bottle of something,
Or some golden sound
Invites you to hum/sing.

"Chocolates and humbugs,
Desserts from the fridges.
The scumbags have some drugs.
She'll give them ham sandwiches.

"And someone with eyes
Asks you out for a roll.
You'll hide your surprise.
Your self you'll control

"With simple commands,
Like 'down', 'sit' and 'stay',
And as for your hands
They'll be let out to play

"If they behave.
They might come in handy.
One is called Dave
And the other is Andy.

"But rolling in hay
Or in fields of wild flowers
With a woman who'll stay
To make minutes of hours

"Can make 'down' and 'sit'
Seem unwise and uncool.
She'd see that she's with
The dead eyes of a fool.

"So Dave and his brother
Are let off their leashes,
Exploring some other
World, finding their niches.

"It's love, it seems.
It's part of life's sport,
Where people form teams
And play on a court.

"They court when they play.
They meet friends and parents.
On hardcourt or clay
The family's clearance

"Is part of the path
To their dream wedding mass.
You must wear a top hat
When playing on grass.

"In just a few years
You'll be in your own house.
Hopes replace fears
In a team with your spouse.

"You sit with your wife
In the warm evening sun,
Drifting from life
Until this day is done.

"The cupboard of troubles
Is just about bare.
You're blowing speech bubbles
Through sweet evening air.

"Gentle tender words
In delicate, transparent globes,
Softer than the song of birds,
Floating on towards ear lobes,

"Whispered words to make her laugh,
Like blowing softly in her ear.
Her perfect brain's hard-working staff
Light up the eyes that fill her stare.

"Some bubbles will hold
The sharp little shards
Of her words in bold
That you won't find on cards.

"They'll burst, and between you
And her there's a border.
'Thick' and 'I think you'
And 'are' in some order

"Can kill any mood,
Divide groom and bride.
So despite the great food
I'm going to avoid

"The party that Anne
Is having next week.
She should face a ban
For being so bleak."

We went to see Jack.
He said hello.
He'd just come back
From where he meant to go.

But he forgot why
He went there at all.
He said with a sigh,
"I should give Maeve a call."

We all went as well.
Sometimes she's a bore.
When I rang the bell
Jane opened the door.

I felt I should fly
From those eyes of deep blue.
She smiled and said 'hi'.
I just said 'you',

And then 'think I'm thick',
Which she didn't hear.
The sound of a brick
Meeting glass filled the air.

The sound had its source
At the back of the house.
With the sense of a horse
And the stealth of a mouse

I walked through the hall,
With the others in tow.
My aim was the fall
Of a criminal foe.

But it was just Maeve.
She lost her house key.
A smile and a wave
And she said she'd make tea.

She said, "I forgot
That Jane was inside.
My brain is a dot
And it's happy to hide."

Jane said in my ear,
"You were so brave."
I said there's no fear
Behind Andy and Dave.

We went to Anne's party
And all I remember
Is that at the start she
Said she loved September.

We got very drunk,
So hooray. I mean boo!
I felt that I'd sunk.
But the sky is still blue.

The Autumn's enchanting.
I meet Jane each day.
It's a number-one-fan thing.
We'd roll in the hay

If we had some hay
That's suitable for rolling.
Instead we might stay
Safe inside, just extolling

Virtues and features.
Young future wives
And husbands are teachers
Of each other's lives.

We're still only courting,
The start of the set.
It's more than just sporting.
I won't place a bet.

We'll get drunk on gin,
Say 'boo' and 'hooray',
And do it again
On the following day.

She'll be a real catch,
And I should stay alive
If our personal match
Is just three sets, not five.