A sequel to Betjeman’s ‘A Subaltern’s Love Song’
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
Amazed, how I gazed on the girl I had won,
My fearless fiancée, my volleying queen,
Parked here, in the Hillman, by Camberley Green.
But my heart gave a start when some fellow, alone,
Tapped twice on the window and said, ‘Is that Joan?’
‘Darling Denis!’ she cried, ‘What a super surprise!
It was Wimbledon wasn’t it? My, how time flies!’
‘Game for a match?’ he said. ‘Last time I won.’
I prayed she would shun him, Miss J Hunter Dunn,
But she gladly agreed saying, ‘Meet you at three,
And after you’ve lost you can treat me to tea.’
It was tennis with Denis that captured her heart
And, alone in the car park, I watched her depart.
Then, turning to hockey, I spotted a star,
And now I’m engaged to Miss Claire Parker Farr.
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