I have been here before or so it seems
The familiar cobblestone sections of intricate means
Windows closed so tight to seal out intruders
But leaky enough allowing a multitude of rumours,
Passing through town, an unlikely spot
Meeting a woman thinking I’ll give it a shot
She finds me witty, gritty but pretty?
Very alluring – gladly no time for committee,
I take her hand and we go for a stroll
Looking here and there but no grassy knoll
She finds this alley – a mysterious route
Another hundred metres to be rid of my suit,
Around to the left, the first door on the right
I bid adieu to you there, but it wasn’t the night
A nightcap you queried, I happily agreed
One became two, fulfilled a common need,
This is Sunday morning – few are around
Some go to church, others avoid to be found
Behind closed doors lay couples in love
Passion on fire, bodies thereof,
Rumours indeed, I’ve started a few
Are these windows sealed through and through?
I love this old town, bursting with tales
Magnificent design, a woman’s fancy nails.