I thought you'd be back in three weeks,And we'd go wandering in the peaks,
Sojourn in my uncle Joe's ashram,
For when you're in Matlock Bath,
You dont need Sylvia Plath,
Not while they've got Mrs Gibson's jam,
Alas I'm brooding along by the runnel,
While she's in Capri with her swain,
And the light at the end of the tunnel,
Is the light of an oncoming train.
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Sojourn in my uncle Joe's ashram,
For when you're in Matlock Bath,
You dont need Sylvia Plath,
Not while they've got Mrs Gibson's jam,
Alas I'm brooding along by the runnel,
While she's in Capri with her swain,
And the light at the end of the tunnel,
Is the light of an oncoming train.