Moday 13 March 2017, New Cross Gate
A long time in the rain.
The menagerie lake: it’s edgy where there’s a chance of falling overboard.
Though erotic, she was nothing for males to be mad about. Plenty of shape, perhaps. A blue one is hardly great for the ornithologist.
The stuff a saint is made of? A punitive politician figure in a new role as Romeo criticised a wild breed touring the kingdom: where to keep women – people of the inconclusive kind – in their place? It’s bad when there’s a missing part, it’s apt to become attached to you, naturally.
“Three could put you to sleep.”
Distraught, I fled the scene of the battle.