Ah yes….Coffee please babe,
Two sugars, not too milky,
Stirred three times anti clockwise,
With a left handed spoon.
Sorry, about being fussy with coffee,
Is that why you’re leaving?
Or is it because of that thing,
You know,
The thing with all the hair,
Every time there’s a full moon?
It’s alright babe, you can tell me,
Is it because,
My trainers walk on their own,
Well, I say walk,
They sort of hover,
Half an inch above the floor,
Uppers to soles no longer sown?
And yes before you bring it up,
I know it took ages,
For me to clean behind the lavatory,
Must admit though, it was scary,
I would never have believed,
Something like that,
Could survive outside a laboratory.
I know I could change if you gave me time,
Hang on,
Just wait here a minute,
Promise I’ll be quick,
Oh….Only my washing….
It’s been there now for about two weeks,
On the washing line.
Yes I know, I’ve had two whole years to change,
But you’re not giving me a fair chance,
I can’t really see what’s wrong,
I thought love conquered all,
Or,
Is there someone else perchance?