Betjeman would be disapointed
for it was not a licorice field
where my love and I did meet,
rather a corner cafe speak,
Her hair was brown chestnut it did glow,
skin dark and brown,
her lips sulky indeed and shaped for sin,
her legs were only the begining to which led up to divinity.
Good take of Betjman from the boys of BSP.
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