I was visiting the small town of Poetry

In the Southern Mid West State

It was the birthplace of the president

But that was not the reason I was there

As I was writing a book about Lola Le Lange

Who had been the secret mistress of our leader

Little was known about her apart from a few likenesses

She was the third illegitimate daughter of a railwayman

Who had lived in the Northern Sector before his execution

I found the house where Lola had lived quite easily

It was a modest residence typical of the area

With the normal red door and golden knocker

Yet what made it rather special was that it was next

To a busy commuter line and an automatic level crossing

To the right of the house was a very ornate signal box

Which had been built for Lola’s pleasure only

As she was fascinated by trains having lived on a station

It was not connected and had no function at all

This was all that remained of Lola’s memory

As she had disappeared on a journey to The Astor

Many theories have been presented but none proved

Had the President tired of his quiet mistress or did she know too much

This is where I come in as I have been commissioned by the President

To write a perfumed biography of Lola Le Lange for mass consumption

I will do so without fuss or bother as I plan to be near the president

But far far away when my box of perfumed books are presented to him

History will remember me as the modest writer who started a revolution

The railwayman was my father and Lola was my beautiful illegitimate sister