The strumpet

You’d ride the wind…
But the wind will not follow…
Arse over tit, tit over tale.
Greek as an olive
You’d squeeze out the sun oil
Rape seeds youthful and yellow.

And bye gorge you’d
Tame the lion in a tramline snail.
White lime slime wash
Donkey Buckaroo
A sperm whale
A jack arse kangaroo.

You’d ride the wind…
Have your mane knotted
Rooted deep within those teeth
But the wind will not follow…
Arse over tit, tit over tale.
A kite is not a strumpet
Bit of string to be pulled…
Bandy legged, ribbon bowed
By all comers or so
I was lead to be told.