Colourless birds fly over
The fragile geography
Of this poem
HISTORY
When I was quite young
I asked my aunt about
Her legendary breasts
To my great surprise
She removed her shirt
And asked me what I thought of them
I was too stunned to answer
So it remained our secret
Although I can recall
The moment quite clearly
My aunt is the most amoral women
That I have ever met
But I love her nonetheless
Everybody loves my terrible aunt
She now lives with a Chilean writer
In a house that faces Clapham Common
We meet occasionally
When I am in London on business