(She saw it on a coloured map at school)
Would lie with Bob upon a cushioned floor
And jeer at Liza, dubbing her a fool.
When she would bathe her limbs in ode-colone[2]
And promenade in parks with German bands,
When she’d no longer watch the stars alone,
But with Bob’s kisses on her melting hands.
When she could gallop down the Margate beach
And have her “photo” taken on the pier—
(Bob told her once her face was like a peach,