Kit Wright(b. 1944)
A Love Song of Tooting
In Tooting, the tomato
Hangs heavy on the vine
The blackbird's obbligato4
Fulfils its liquid line
On summertime allotments 0vegetable plots
By lenient design.
Nine beanrows will I have there,5
Not ten, not eight, but nine,
And I shall build a pav there,pavillion, hut
Or shed of weathered pine,
And all shall be contentment
D o w n by the railway line.
My shed, beside a toolbox,
A coolbox 0 shall confinecooler
And we from out the coolbox
Shall q u a f f the rare white wine.
T h e dove shall plight its truelove
And I shall sing to mine.