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Wake Up Call

With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;

Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be. —

In the Spring a subtle crimson comes upon young Iris’s breasts;

And in the Spring the wanton neighbours sneak a peek at Iris’s chest;

For in the Spring a livelier Iris sunbathes on the roof above;

In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Now her phone is set to dark mode as’t should be for one so young,

And her eyes on social media with a mute observance hung

As she typed, “My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me,

You okay, hun? All the current of my being sets to thee.”

Then on her sun-kissed cheeks and forehead came a colour and a frown,

As she had seen the darkling pink flashing past as she scrolled down.

And she turn’d, her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs,

As lusty Twitter DMs fell under the glare of hazel eyes

Saying, “I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong”;