Some kinds of love
   Marguerita told Tom
   Between thought and expression lies a lifetime
   Situations arise because of the weather
   and no kinds of love
   are better than others
  
   Some kinds of love
   Margueirta told Tom
   like a dirty French novel
   the absured courts the vulgar
   and some kinds of love
   the possibilites are endless
   and for me to miss one
   would seem to be groundless
  
   I head what you said
   Margueritat told Tom
   And of course you're a bore
   But at that you're not charmless
   for a bore is a straight line
   that finds a wealth in division
   and some kinds of love
   are mistaken for vision
  
   Put jelly on your shoulder
   Let us do what you fear most
   That from which you recoil
   but which still makes your eyes moist
  
   Put jelly on your shoulder
   lie down upon the carpet
   between thought and expression
   let us now kiss the culprit
  
   I don't know just what it's all about
   Put on your red pajamas and find out.