WHEN ZOE WALKS

Simon Collery

When Zoe walks, the lampposts turn to stare

And marvel at the texture of her hair.

Those driving by are sometimes seen to drool

At how she walks, so proper, yet so cool.

The stars that shine above us in the sky

Jostle to light her way as she goes by.

Flowers seem pale when placed beside fair Zoe

And rivers change their course and toward her flow.

When Zoe laughs it's like a gentle breeze

That sweetly wafts over meadows and through trees.

So laugh aloud, dear Zoe, laugh for me;

I'd suffer pains for just one laugh from thee.

The night would fain protect her modesty

By sending clouds to blacken out the moon.

But the moon is rivalled in her odyssey

By Zoe's skin, of alabaster hewn.

If you should chance to doubt my eulogy

She lives on Cowley Road for all to see.

So take the number one and eastward hie

To call on Zoe, look on her, and die.

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