Agnes A would often sit at her garden table

As the air became warm in the emerging hours

She would drink cinnamon coffee from a bright earth mug

And think of her guitar heroes both alive and dead

Unlike other girls her hair was jet black and cut quite short

She had a nude likeness of herself tattooed on her arm

And wore vests with explicit poems written on them

But she drew the line at piercings as she had many allergies

She was much liked in the small village where she lived

As she walked dogs for free along the many coastal paths

On Sundays she would attend Mass in the small stone church

And dream of holding the Virgin naked in her arms