Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)

Lucinda wasn't well at all,
she nearly drove us up the wall,
since on the carpet sleep did she
and not in bed, like you or me.
But everything now seems alright,
and so on Friday we'll take flight.

We're flying to a French city
thats known world over as Paris,
and once we're there we'll settle down
with no more wandering round town.
May the next months much calmer prove,
Or else, I fear, we'll have to move.

But as stockmarkets sink so low,
as if we'd move! Where could we go?

(30 August 1974 robi3_0016)