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An ode to love, motivated by Sir John Betjeman&intense;s poem”A Subaltern&intense;s Love Song”, re-enacted by the gorgeous toes of Harriet Cooper, also written, edited and led by our personal Ariel Anderssen:-RRB- She´s quite proud of this, we hope that you enjoy it!Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish&severe;d and burnish´d by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournament you contrary to me!Love-thirty, love-forty, oh! Weakness of joy, The speed of a swallow, the joys of a boy, With carefullest carelessness, gaily you won, I’m weak from your loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, how mad I am, unhappy I am, glad that you won, ” The warm-handled racket comes into its press, However my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less.Her daddy &extreme;s euonymus excels as we walk, And swing beyond the summer-house, buried in talk, And cool the verandah that frees us in To the six-o´clock news and also a lime-juice and gin.The odor of this conifers, sound of the bath, The view out of my bedroom of moss-dappled route, As I struggle with double-end evening tie, For we dance in the Golf Club, my victor and I.On the ground of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts, And the cream-coloured walls are all be-trophied with athletics, Along With westering, questioning settles the sun, On your low-leaded window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.The Hillman is awaiting the light&extreme;s at the hallway, The images of Egypt are glowing on the wall, My sweet, I am standing beside the oak stair And there around the landing&intense;s the light onto your own hair.By roads”not adopted”, by woodlanded ways, She drove into the bar at the late summer haze, Into nine-o&severe;clock Camberley, heavy with bells And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, I could listen by the car park that the dancing has started, damn! Surrey twilight! Importunate band! Oh! Strongly adorable tennis-girl&intense;therefore hand!Around we’re Rovers and Austins afar, Above us that the amorous roof of the automobile, And here on my right is the woman of my choice, With the tilt of her nose and the chime of her voice.And the scent of her wrapping, along with the words , And also the menacing, ominous dancing beforehand. We sat till twenty to 1 in the car park And now severe I &;m engaged in Miss Joan Hunter Dunn. |
