Mrs Brandywine

by

J D Cully

Mrs Brandywine is obstinately out of time
She's saying how she doesn't like talking shop
One moment tells me things are fine
The next she leaps over the line
But then she never did know when to stop
And it's Saturday and I've just watched the British Lions lose
What do we Black Knights do?
Caught out in the crossfire and left singing the blues
What can we Children of the Desert do?

Mrs Brandywine keeps on jumping to conclusions
Muddled up rantings on holidays and cars
Black card situation, snapping for no reason
She's got the kick that sends me foul on the grass
And she spits out how she feels like she's in court
What do we Black Knights do?
The best she can manage is a tired 'I thought'
What can we Children of the Desert do?

My sister ate seven brandy snaps on Sunday evening
We laughed with our Dad about Buff the Stuff
Next morning Mrs Brandywine acts normal as she's leaving
As if the turning of the clock was enough
She really still believes that I can just forget
What do we Black Knights do?
While all around the blood from my wounds does flow red
What can we Children of the Desert do?

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