Oh did I ever hear from within,
the sweetest sound of blood cascading,
The rain on the window tonight was the sweetest sort,
Collapsing against the bus window in dull, heavy laps,
I won't read that again.
If ever i heard such sounds,
tapping from fingers such as yours,
I'm sure I'd indulge in classical music,
I'm sure I would be getting the first bus in the morning.
They said the sweetest endings were in the films,
And suddenly I find myself in hand with swathes of silk.
Not a front door I have been to before,
And certainly not some one I knew back then,
And yet here i fell.
'Take me right home!'
Oh darling lie my arm still as your window closes.
'It's getting late I really better hurry...'
Stay just for a kiss.
'Oh maybe just one little one and then good night...'

A dog howls.

Comedic rhyme and my choice, as if, made.