Mary AnneA Poem by David Lewis PagetWhat shall I do with you, Mary Anne, You went outside in the storming, The lightning flashed and it struck you dumb, You couldn’t get up this morning. I tried to give you a sweet caress But you discharged on my finger, I fear your voltage grows more, not less, There’s no good reason to linger. I wrapped a cable around your toe Ran it to earth in the garden, Your toe as well as the cable glowed, I’m sorry, I beg your pardon. There’s lightning flashes behind your eyes, Your tongue is all of a sizzle, The storm has gone but the rain keeps on Although it’s only a drizzle. I took you out to our rubbish bin The neighbours thought I was fooling, And sat you down on the surface tin, I thought that it would be cooling. But soon the bin was a glowing red I hauled you off from the garbage, As flames and smoke took the garden shed And put an end to our garage. I thought that I’d better hose you down When water hit, it was frightening, The bolt ran over the garden hedge And burnt it down with its lightning. What shall I do with you, Mary Anne, You know that I love you dearly, But I’ll never sleep in our bed again, Till you are discharged, and feely. David Lewis Paget
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