Introduction

...down in the forest something stirred!

Mary, Mary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Laughing through the greenwood races,
Chased by James who has a taste
For her heady, hot embraces
Which she has been known to waste
Putting rivals through their paces
While imprudently unlaced.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Tumbles down a bosky dingle,
Calling softly to ensure
James will follow, nerves a-tingle
And entranced by thoughts impure,
Where, with luck, they will commingle
In a moment of amour.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Waits for James who's in a fankle
Having, in a nearby glade,
Tripped and badly sprained his ankle.
Watch poor Mary's ardour fade
And her feelings start to rankle
As her triumph is delayed.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Reluctant to admit defeat,
Brushes down her gaberdine
And fantasises she will meet
A woodman lurking there unseen
In his verdurous retreat,
Moody, muscular and mean.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Finding no such woodman there,
Overhears a feeble groan
From James, requiring urgent care.
Now's the moment to atone,
His libido needs repair
And she has him quite alone.

The kiss of life - she stoops to serve
With her customary verve.
James revives for a repeat
And Mary makes his day complete.

Copyright; Joe Pamanian