Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince from the mount of Eden landed Birkdale, to seek sweet raptures in my limerence by she possessed of its Unholy Grail. In the virgin waters of Point Erin stood a siren in her fair beauty all - my heart dared to want and its flesh of sin did upon her besotting favours call. Remembered are the concubines of court - a fire in my codpiece and in my jocks, the jousting grey knights whom over you fought and a Celtic Queen in long flaxen locks. O’ what forbidden enchantment was she and what soft lingering kiss given me. Written: April 1994