Asia Two

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, it seems so far, happy he's not barred, or left forlorn, my ma besides me starts, when she stamps the tar, like a man o war, he won't cross the arc, right from the off, between them torn, in spite of great hearts, it’s not in the charts, my son knows the score', they’ve gone too far, a trip to the park, lipstick, a shirt that’s worn, under burlap in a barn, she'll ask that tart, love has no form, things fall apart, eyes on the tidal zone