A very long poem - so it's the first and last verse only and a few favourite lines inbetween. It reminds me of summer - oh hurry up summer pleeeeese.
John Betjeman A Subaltern's Love Song
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn,
To the six-o'clock news and a lime-juice and gin.
On the floor of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts,
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
And here on my right is the girl of my choice,
And the scent of her wrap, and the words never said,