It'd Be Too Remiss Of Me-And-You Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll swing on the gibbet
I'll hang from the scaffold
but don't expect me, love, to love only you.

I'll savour every sip and mortal kiss
but I mustn't get caught up with you
it'd be too remiss of me and you.

You see, I'm too, young
I'll taste the gallow's tears
but I'm much too young to stay in your arms.

There are moonbeams glowing
as bright as any sun
and they all want to feel my warmth in their silos.

They all want to feed on this chaffinch bird grain
but I don't want to be caged a least not
at this youthful teenage—age.