Nu du matin Jane
Nu du matin Will When I awoke Jane was not in our bed The cat was nowhere to be seen I lay back and felt the humid air Drift across our pale blue room I thought of calling this poem The Dog Days of Summer But future events Would change my mind As I drifted down the main stairs I heard Cleopatra purring in the garden Jane was playing with her using a blue ribbon The ribbon had once belonged to my favourite doll Jessica It was then that I noticed that Jane was wearing my deep red tee shirt Which because of shrinking was exposing her bum My beautiful wife did not seem to care And the cat was more interested in the ribbon My favourite doll was still mourning her loss Out of the common view I stood naked on the terrace The Naked Mornings of Summer Our neighbours walked into their garden Good Morning Mrs Spears Good Morning Will Good Morning Cleopatra Jane smiled I love these August mornings It is like being in the tropics Minus the servants Will would you make some coffee I have just employed this servant He is useless but nice to look at I must say I agree Does he come from the colonies No just Guildford A fine specimen He has his uses Our son is coming to see us Which one Michael Is he the one in the church Very much he has his own parish now How nice But it is so far away I love North Yorkshire But it is such a drive Three hours Gerald why are you naked Because it seems to be the done thing I am not naked You are my dear I am wearing a gown Without a belt I do not think that Jane cares Who am I to cast the first stone Iris I like your tee shirt A beautiful red It belongs to Will He has nice taste But as you can see I have shrunk it I wish my bottom was nice as yours I blame the church as mine was never the same But Christopher was kind to me As I was no longer a novelty I brought the coffee out on a tray Come and join us Will two more cups Come as you are or less We are all the same Jane removed my tee shirt I wished that she had not done that As the sight of her breasts always made me hard Just look at him Are you still at prep school Will Thumbing through your mucky magazines I am sorry but - Do not worry I am glad he has the strength Gerald is not the man he once was It is the shrapnel my dear Gerald when did you go to war I have a variety of toys if you get my drift Do not tell Will but so do I He has his dolls and I have my vibrators You must come around some time We can exchange notes and ideas And I have this amazing cream So soothing and subtly perfumed And there in ended deep in rural Norfolk Four naked people in the garden Enjoying morning coffee Not exactly friends But comfortable with each other Quite what the cat made of it Was open to interpretation As it was more interested in the bugs Jessica's ribbon lay abandoned near the roses I was soon sent in to fetch some biscuits Good servants are so hard to find these days It was as I was opening the Rose Lime Tin That I heard a car pull up nearby I glanced out of the window It was Michael and his family They had made good time The roads had been kind I quickly dressed The Theatre of the Absurd Was to be the title of this modest piece I tried to suppress a smile The kettles on again And I will be out in a moment With the Rose Lime biscuits