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,
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.
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