Deeply Morbid

Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the

Always out of office hours running with her social

But when daylight and the darkness of the office closed about

Not for this ah not for this her office colleagues came to doubt

It was that look within her

Why did it always seem to say goodbye?

Joan her name was and at

Solitary

She would go and watch the pictures In the National

All alone all

This time with no friend beside

She would go and watch the

All alone.

Will she leave her office

Will she leave her evening

Toil within a friendly

Running later in her leisure?

All alone all

Before the pictures she seemed turned to stone.

Close upon the Turner

Closer than a thought may

Hangs her eye and all the

Leap into a special

All for her, all

All for her, all for Joan.

First the canvas where the

Like a mighty

With a wicked

Leaps for sailors'

Holds her painting.

Oh the

Oh the wicked virile

With its skin of fleck and

Stretching tightening over him.

Wild yet caputured wild yet

By the painter,

Joan is quite enraptured.

Now she edges from the

To another loved more

Where the awful light of

Sunshine falls across the spray,

There the burning coasts of

Open to her pleasure lay.

All alone all

Come away come

All alone.

Lady Mary,

Lady

The Honourable

Polly Tommy from the

Which of these shall hold her now?

Come away come

All alone.

The spray reached out and sucked her

It was hardly a noticed

That Joan was there and is not now(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)Gone away, gone

All alone.

She stood up

The sun fell

There was no more of London

She went upon the painted

And there she walks for ever

Happy

Beaming

In a happy happy

All alone.

They say she was a morbid girl, no doubt of

And what befell her clearly grew out of

But I say she's a lucky

To walk for ever in that

And as I bless sweet Turner's nameI wish that I could do the same.