(After Betjeman)
In the linseed fields of Ging Gang Goole,
My love and I did meet,
And by location’s name inspired,
I thought to take my cue
We lay among the lovely plants
And both removed our sweaty pants
To remedy the heat,
Both of the day and of my loins
For precious parts must be kept cool,
But my sweet girl, it so transpired,
Of such matters had no clue,
And so we lay for hours and hours
Among the lovely linseed flowers,
Until, like them, my balls turned blue.
