I scooped you up in my puffy little hand,
Just to show how sentimental I can be.
In fact, no sentiment.
In fact, minus sentiment.
In fact, he's into his overdraft and thinking about extending it.
I stood and waited impatiently (for you), on the path like a coward.
Whilst you hid amongst the flower beds in a floral print shed.
Camouflaged, for hours.
