HOW MANY GRAPES ON THE VINE
©Trev Teasdel Coventry November 1969
How many grapes on the vine
How many leaves on a tree
How many people at the Rolling Stones concert 1969.
You are the duchess I used to call mine.
How many tears I have cried
How many times I have lied.
My Cinderella has returned to pumpkin land
Oh fairy godmother please wave your magic wand.
How many letters have passed through the GPO
How many notes can a merry minstrel play.
How many waitresses have dropped a loaded.
My Cleopatra rides a sedan chair
She left me floating like her sunsilk soft hair.
How many nightmares must I ride.
With how many lovers did you steal through the night.
I’m sleeping like a milk bottle
On the midnight step
Thumbing a lift to nowhere
on somebody’s discarded spinning top.
How many umbrellas can hide me from all this pain
How many tranquillisers can prevent me from feeling rain.
I’m skipping out of tune on icy pavement shoes.
I’m chasing up the groups in case they wanna buy some blues.
I’m sitting on an onion that no one wants to eat.
Since you left me for that skinhead you keep referring to as Pete.