Giromancing from Lark by Lark

Giromancing

The card read, Giromancing is not dead
The flowers looked healthy, it must be said
Yellow daffodils, not yet faded
Perfect but for the plastic that had melted
In the extreme heat of a one-bar fire
Not very electrocute, but all that they could perspire to

They were lovers, it was true
But it had taken a while to come through
In the YOP scheme of things it seemed an age
Like the time from signing on
Till the time you get paid

T’will be called, the Giromance of the Century x3
She was YTS, but he was definitely CP (at least prospectively)

It's hard to remember who picked up whome
Who picked up what in which or what room
For in the heat of it all things become blurred
As blankets are ruffled emotions are stirred, into
Actions speak louder than words

Eyes meet across the wardrobe
Hands across the ceiling touch lightly
Finger-tipping a hold and screaming out
“Don’t drop the bleeding thing on me toes”
And then a pause
Followed by a chest of drawers

Beware those black silk stockings falling loose
You creatures of co-habit daring your noose
Till all is made safe for the inspector of disgrace
Who makes that early morning call
With a doleful knock at the door

T’will be called, the Giromance of the Century x3
She was YTS, but he was definitely CP (at least prospectively)

And for appearance’ sake
One shared life is allowed to break
But not to break up separate
But not lured away into any false sense of
Social security

With nose frustrated the key-hole man
Leaves our Giromancers elated
Happy in their beds to conceive
Their next Girocheque x2

T’will be called, the Giromance of the Century x many
She was YTS, but he was definitely CP

Jonathan Presland, a very long time ago.

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