I purchased a beautiful Spanish Lady today
A Spanish Lady with a small wooden guitar
She dates I believe from the nineteen-sixties
A scruffy toy from a souvenir shop in Southern Spain
When I met her she was dry dusty and tasted damp
I gave her a gentle lavender shower
And left her in the sea breeze for over an hour
She now sits in a boat made of tender reeds
And awaits the high tide of her return journey