Poetry

Tuesday, 15 February 2022

My lady has lain in the lane

 lay me down in the filed

I have lain her down to rest

The lady lies! I say she lies

She has lain herself down to rest

She has laid her head on the pillow

The lady laid the table

The lady lay but I lie, as I lie beneath the willow

Come lady of the lane lay down with me

Come lady lie on my bed

Come lady lay in the middle

And we will muddle through the rest

When I first laid my eyes on the lady

She was laying down on her breast

Her back was bare as billowing sail

And white as a lie detector test

Don't bear in mind my correspondence

The lady said when she laid pen to paper

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