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