IMAGINING MATRON by Peter Phillips

What I got in the sick bay was a mixture of Hattie Jacques bossy and buxom and Rosa Kleb – the tip of her shoes poisonous and deadly. What I wanted was Anna from Denmark, who came from her parents little farm in Jutland and desperately wanted to meet we

What I got in the sick bay was a mixture

of Hattie Jacques bossy and buxom and Rosa Kleb -

the tip of her shoes poisonous and deadly.

What I wanted was Anna from Denmark,

who came from her parents' little farm in Jutland

and desperately wanted to meet well behaved,

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sixteen year old English boys. She'd look after us,

come and sit on the edge of my bed in her nightdress,

dab my brow fevered with excitement and ask,

with a smile, if there was anything else she could do.

But when I'd reach to touch a pale shoulder

and accidentally her breast, just at the point

of touching, she'd dissolve, go to another boy -

more worthy, like Harris the captain of football.