‘Shut up now, I’ve heard

Enough’

 

‘And stop giving

Me that gormless

Smiley fucking look’

 

‘Sorry, sorry, I don’t mean

What I say’

 

‘Come, come

Sit down, no not there, there

And sit fucking straight’

 

‘Now then

Isn’t this great

Have some

Tea and, I insist,

Cake’

 

‘And

Elbows

Off tables’

 

‘Are you full?

Bravo!’

 

Now I can

Empty

 

And as my mouth breaks down the wings on my butterfly cake and drains my cup, I’ll watch you….

 

Spill your stuffing guts all over the table cloth….

 

‘Tut, tut

You silly boy

What a mess’

 

Every time

Leaving a

Little more

Stuffing out

 

Kissing you

Better

I can smell

The stale scent

Of my love

From where

I rubbed your

Nose in it

 

Another refill?