I lined up nine semi-precious stones

There should have been twelve

But my dream ended prematurely

Edith was wearing a skimpy white vest

That was not suitable for the workplace

As she leaned forward I could see her breasts

Climate change has a lot to answer for

My name is Sandra but people call me Sandy

My name is Sandy but people call me Sandra

I have six ink pots on my wooden desk

Each contains a different colour ink

Indigo White Red Green Blue and Blue

Today is Monday the Sixth of March

Both Rupert Brooke and Pier Paolo Pasolini

Are in my jumbled thoughts

The Jazz Age finished yesterday