Students out of holidays, feeding
Memories of desire, breeding
Dull Jacks with much work.
Jillian kept us warm, blanketing
Us with regretful nos, bleeding
Our little life with her rhubarb.
And so we were all surprised when Janissary
Came thundering over the hills
And Jill and Jacks fell through the downs
Wasted by pale coffee and flowers
Wondering where the waters and the carpeter
Went to kindergarten together.
For of course without a good carpeter,
You would have to train your own grey matter
To weave a tapestry of knowledge
From the waste land.