By Roger McGough

they say the sun shone now and again
but it wa generally cloudy
with far too much rain

they say babies were born
married couples made love
(often with eachother)
and people died

they say it was an average
                   ordinary
                   moderate
                   run of the mill
                  commongarden
                  summer
... but it wasn't

for i locked a yellowdoor
and i threw away the key
and i spent summer with monika
and monika spent summer with me

unlike everybody els
we made friends with the weather...
most days the sun called
        and sprawled
allover the place

or the wind blew in
as breezily as ever
and ran its fingers through our hair

but usually
it was the moon that kept us company

somedays we thought about the seaside
and built sandcastles on the blankets
and paddled in the pillows
or swam in the sink
or played with the shoals of dishes

otherdays we went for long walks
and picnicked on the banks
of the settee
or just sunbathed lazily
in front of the fire
until the shilling set on the horizon

we danced a lot that summer...
bossanovaed by the bookcase
or madissoned instead
hulligullied by the oven
or twisted round the bed

at first we kept birds
in a transistor box
to sing for us
but sadly they died
we being too embraced in eachother

but it didn't really matter
because we made lovesongs with our bodies
i became the words
and she put me to music

they say it was just
                like
                anyother
                summer
... but it wasn't

for we had love and eachother
and the moon for company
when i spent summer with monika
and 
      monika
          spent summer
                 with me