I purchased a beautiful Spanish Lady today

A Spanish Lady with a small wooden guitar

She dates I believe from the nineteen-sixties

A scruffy toy from a souvenir shop in Southern Spain

When I met her she was dry dusty and tasted damp

I gave her a gentle lavender shower

And left her in the sea breeze for over an hour

She now sits in a boat made of tender reeds

And awaits the high tide of her return journey