Daisies danced off the walls
Round oak table
Wrinkled table cloth
Queen Victoria frowned at me from the bottle of Bombay Gin
That you and Bob called Clear Think
Wrinkling my nose, I frowned back
My white T-shirt
With a decal of a sleeping man on a donkey
And letters peeling off
Must have been irresistible to your Clear-Thunk mind
One by one
You each pulled the letters off
Each time I asked you to stop
Each time you laughed harder and harder
The daisies ceased their dance
And became a yellow blur
Around the both of you
Who if I stared at long enough
I hoped would disappear
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