AN APOCRYPHAL POEM

          Sketch of a beautiful lady

          Was indited in a piece of paper

          My confession was engraved in it

          Passion of the first series of masturbation

          A flirty wind defenestrated the paper

          It descended down a scented creek

          A fortnight later I got a phone call

          A pretty voice asked for me

          She was impressed by my writing

          she was in love

          I too fell for her and

          We decided to meet

          Beside the same creek where she found my note

          She showed it to me

          I said this is not my note

          She thought I was joking

          I said no

          She snatched the note and

          Threw it into the rolling waters

          I arrived in my room

          And noticed the same note I'd written

          But the girl in it was fading

          And disappeared along with the whisky

          As I took the last sip.