IMAGINARY GILES As she sits in her bedroom Queen Peggy smiles Sipping a coffee and thinking of Giles, Giles, such a comfort, he's always there He pours her a drink or finds her a chair Queen Peggy's daughter Julia Kildare Lives in Australia. She married out there A taciturn man, his eyes are too close He's subject to moods, is often morose But if Julia's husband has limited charm At least on the weekend they live on a farm. And if Peggy's first daughter is constantly bored She knows she can talk to 'Imaginary Maud'. A perfect solution we should all try and seize With every argument dear Maud agrees. Peggy considered when she heard of Maud; Maud was so perfect. Maud was adored. Peggy said - tell me can I get a Maud? Julia answered it's not much to afford. Now Peggy dreams happily under the tiles And converses content with 'Imaginary Giles'. CHARLES LAMB'S ROOM Seagulls wheeling crying calling, Chefs are cutting, slicing, cooking, Smells are rising, appetising, Skies are grey and overcasting Nothing can discount my pleasing I am home in Rye. Timbers span the ancient walling, Welcome card from dear housekeeping Ancient floorboards moving creaking Two steps up to our wardrobing Jetlagged, beds look so inviting I am home in Rye. Hanging baskets swinging colouring After sleep I'm keen for dining Palma Ham and Rye Bay Plaicing Chilean White we'll soon be drinking Father's widow entertaining, I am home in Rye. |