we stand in awe beneath the rose window, sunbeams surround us in a multi colored
rainbow. we pop in to admire the John auckland bible, we sit quite spellbound
in gay abandon, then, pore deliciously, over the holy scriptures, and promise next
\time to color in the bonny pictures.

Its time to leave and we slowly return, to the river where beauty lies, in abundance
at every turn, as we begin to retrace on our virtual gander, i notice the suns turned
your wig even blonder.

as we near fulling mill your mobile rings, you sigh, "back to radio nicewhistle the radio
of kings, but i do so love it and it brings the pennies in".
but we,ll dally again, just give me a bell, and now youre a netty you can email as well,
and can i declare, its been swell, this "virtual" picnic, on a carpet of bluebells.