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An ode to love, inspired by Sir John Betjeman´s amusing”A Subaltern´s Love Song”, re-enacted by the stunning toes of Harriet Cooper, also composed, edited and led by our own Ariel Anderssen:-RRB- She´s quite proud of it, we hope that you enjoy it!Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish&extreme;d and burnish´d from Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournament you contrary to me!Love-thirty, love-forty, oh! Weakness of joy, The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy, With carefullest carelessness, gaily you acquired, I’m weak from the loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, How mad I am, sad I am, glad that you won, ” The warm-handled racket comes into its own press, However my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less.Her father´s euonymus glows as we walk, And swing past the summer-house, buried in conversation, And cool the verandah that welcomes us into the six-o&intense;clock information along with also a lime-juice and gin.The scent of the conifers, sound of the bath, The view out of my bedroom of moss-dappled route, like I struggle with double-end evening tie, For we dance at the Golf Club, my victor and I.On the ground of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts, Along with the cream-coloured walls are all be-trophied with athletics, And westering, questioning settles the sun, On your low-leaded window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.The Hillman is waiting, the mild &severe;s at the hallway, The images of Egypt are bright on the walls, My sweet, I am standing beside the pine stair And there on the landing&intense;therefore the light on your hair.By streets”not embraced”, by woodlanded manners, She drove into the club from the late summer haze, Into nine-o´clock Camberley, heavy with bells And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, I could hear from the car park that the dance has started, Oh! Surrey twilight! Importunate ring! Oh! Strongly adorable tennis-girl&intense;s hand!Around we’re Rovers and Austins afar, Above us that the amorous roof of the automobile, And here on my best is the woman of my selection, Together with the tip of her nose and the temptations of her voice.And the scent of her wrap, and also the words , And the ominous, ominous dancing beforehand. We sat in the car park until twenty to 1 And today I´m engaged in Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.
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