Liquid Gold

The swing seat on the verandah

The most demure kind of fun

You swung by, hoping you could land her

And found her poised to perfection

Perched side saddle with a glimmer in her eye

That said you could take her to the right kind of high

You rocked hard, like children, and almost fell off

Then fell back giggling on the cream-coloured cloth

With a heady hit of lilacs in the air

Saturated with summer

Curl up like cats, intoxicated by the heat

And the sweet, sweet elderflower wine

Isn't it all so fine?

A.N. The word verandah just isn't used often enough