Brief Encounter with Emily

Brief Encounter with Emily

1

Dear Emily Bronte, I’m glad you are well

I’m thinking of something for us to do now

It’s time to let passion have its reward

I’m sure there is room in the back of my Ford

I know your dear father would rather we not

But then he’s a vicar and you are so hot

So let us not weary at what he would say

While pleasure remains to be squandered today

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to stay as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

2

Sin is our nature; it’s been long since the fall

And we are now practised at climbing this wall

There isn’t much time before you are recalled

Just think of the tales about love in a Ford

With such a small hurdle now stood in our way

How brief is your visit? It’s only one day!

It’s either love-making or having a chat

With nothing to keep us alive after that

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

3

All life is a fiction with games to be played

What better the story than love to be made?

With shadows around us its healthy they say

So dare to be wholesome and do it today

With life a short journey from beginning to end

And so much expected from family and friend

What fun to let passion have somewhere to go

In tune with desire that most of us know

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

4

We have nothing to fear from the Pontiff in Rome

But time is found wanting before you go home

I fancy my chances but how about you?

With nothing much else in a day we can do

Back in your century the news is not good

Deprived by the age to enjoy motherhood

But here you are healthy and raring to go

With time for love-making before the great snow

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

Would it help if I told you I love you just as you are?

A writer at heart on her way to becoming a star

Shining so brightly the shadows no longer remain

Leaving me waiting for us to make love once again

The End

© K.F. Geach