The song in the pocket went like : my king of kings in the garden , my prince of dreams etc. The seventies man has come riding back on round 2 on the song in his pocket.
This morning we came upon a certain Mrs. Porter and a Sweeny who would come on motors and horns. He might have been Actaeon who came looking for a bathing Diana. Mrs. Porter has her foot in a soda water fountain and Sweeny would sure come though he was not Actaeon nor Mrs Porter a Diana.
But at everyone’s back there is a wicked chariot. Not much purpose would be served to stay coy. How Andrew Marvels at her coyness.