Well,
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Wed 5 Feb 2025, 10:47, archived)

I never ever ask, "Where do you go"
I never ever ask, "What do you do"
I never ever ask what's in your mind
I never ever ask if you'll be mine
Come and smile, don't be shy
Touch my bum, this is life
( Aardvark and so at last, I understood, Wed 5 Feb 2025, 10:50, archived)

Generational poetic talents, and no mistake

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Wed 5 Feb 2025, 11:18, archived)