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LADY CHATTERLEY
She had flowers in her hair, that not on her head;
A daisy chain her lover placed as they lay, naked,
In the cool of the woods he was paid to patrol.
Time was early 'twenties, not those of rock and roll.
Their cross-class liaison was her liberation
From sexless marriage and consequent frustration.
(Great War wound put paid to husband's virility,
And with it all hopes for the line of Chatterley.)
He was her gamekeeper, she was his landlord's wife;
Both finding solace from frustrated married life.
He was in love with her sophistication,
She his virile strength and nature fascination.
A daisy chain her lover placed as they lay, naked,
In the cool of the woods he was paid to patrol.
Time was early 'twenties, not those of rock and roll.
Their cross-class liaison was her liberation
From sexless marriage and consequent frustration.
(Great War wound put paid to husband's virility,
And with it all hopes for the line of Chatterley.)
He was her gamekeeper, she was his landlord's wife;
Both finding solace from frustrated married life.
He was in love with her sophistication,
She his virile strength and nature fascination.
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