Silksoles.com – Anyone for Tennis? Harriet Cooper 2013 Bedroom

Added: August 8, 2019   |    Views 0

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An ode to love, motivated by Sir John Betjeman´s poem”A Subaltern´s Love Song”, re-enacted by the gorgeous toes of Harriet Cooper, also composed, edited and directed by our own Ariel Anderssen:-RRB- She&intense;s very proud of it, we hope you like it!Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish&intense;d and burnish&severe;d from Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournament you contrary to me!Love-half, love-forty, oh! Weakness of joy, The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy, With carefullest carelessness, gaily you won, I am weak from the loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, How mad I am, sad I am, glad that you won, The warm-handled racket is back into its media, But my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less.Her father´s euonymus shines because we walk, And swing beyond the summer-house, buried in talk, And cool the verandah that welcomes us in To the six-o&intense;clock news along with a lime-juice and gin.The odor of this conifers, sound of the tub, The view from my bedroom of moss-dappled route, like I fight with double-end day tie, For we dancing in the Golf Club, my victor and I.On the floor of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts, And the cream-coloured walls are be-trophied with athletics, Along With westering, questioning hastens the sun, In Your low-leaded window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.The Hillman is waiting, the light&intense;s at the hall, The images of Egypt are glowing on the wall, My sweet, I’m standing beside the oak stair And there on the landing&severe;therefore the light in your hair.By roads”not adopted”, by woodlanded ways, She drove to the bar in the late summer haze,” Into nine-o´clock Camberley, heavy with bells And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, I could hear in the car park the dance has started, Oh! Surrey twilight! Importunate band! Oh! Strongly adorable tennis-girl&extreme;s hand!Around we’re Rovers and Austins afar, Above us the intimate roof of the car, And on my right is the woman of my selection, Together with the tip of her nose along with the temptations of her voice.And the odor of her wrap, along with the words never said, And the menacing, menacing dancing beforehand. We sat in the car park until twenty to one And now severe, I &;m engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.

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