Litany to Venus

When I write tender words on midnight’s page
Or intercept a smile from Youth to Age

Venus you’re making putty of my brain.

When I pluck yellow petals from a stem
When I post crazy texts at four A.M.

Venus you’re making putty of my brain.

When I spend hours composing billets doux
When I think every girl I see is you

Venus you’re making putty of my brain.

‘Folle à la messe est molle à la fesse’ it’s plain
That you’re from Mars, and not from St. Germain
So when I send you postcards from ‘Craig Raine’
Don’t put it down to Es or crack cocaine.

Venus you’re making putty of my brain.


by Tom Mathews
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