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.

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