Jesus look at your pernicious shift from yellow warbler to game pheasant
Sitting on the desk in plain view just asking for it
Then the bartender asks everyone to leave because there’s an event about to begin and none of us are invited
We could play golf I suppose there’s enough time but it’s just so boring
Rather spend the time in front of the fire sipping your peaty whisky the smell of which turns my stomach by the way
But I won’t say anything untoward
This is all in my head I’m besotted
