Tan Pratonix - Fieldglasses

Suppose I was living on the bank of a river
Where ladies occasionally would come for a ride
In a boat with a friend or relative or lover;
And under the trees (all cosy inside,

I'd be watching their movements through a pair of fieldglasses)
Sometimes, when she reached for a fruit in the leaves,
Her skirt would ride up more than a couple of inches
For a refreshing glimpse of her thighs and her knees.

Then may be her lover, if he's Puritan-minded,
Would bashfully turn both his eyes to his oars;
But others, of course, are much more inclined to
Follow the techniques of Di Vitti Amore.

Meanwhile I would sip from a bottle of champagne
Or sometimes, I'd look up M. Bewick on birds;
There's an interesting book on African campaigns
By Field Marshal Montgomery; and Richard the Third

Is suitably Shakesperian to civilize habits
Like looking at rivers through glasses; the fields
Are alive in springtime with frolicking rabbits,
And amorous birds in billowy trees.

Tan Pratonix

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