by Brian McCloskey
I prise the rent out of the local Hebrews. When I said I had no-one, I meant I love you. We brought her top lip down to meet her bottom lip. That should be the worst thing that ever happens to you. There’s nothing more important to a man than breasts. Catch all that, did you, Mandy? The Vicar’s large Dog went mad last night and was shot this morning. I should get out of here immediately before he hits me with his crutch. Here’s a kiss to build a dream on. We are not who we are. Because of you I have you. A gorgeous woman is kissing me: that’s good. My love is real but she has none for me. Only the silent survive. I love you and you make me feel lucky. You’re delightful: you make me laugh. Never get undressed in the same room as a mongoose. We’ve been waiting two weeks for a window. Not counting the mezzanine. My breasts will be heaving and moist with perspiration. You’re very desirable; that’s why I desire you. But there it is, either you love or you don’t. Every love story must end tragically. I got your letter, Mandy, and that’s all that matters. It is a rabbit making a really ridiculous noise before the weather. It is our proudness to do a good game. And I would gladly die for just one kiss. This man opening the window in his pyjamas. You are the Cat who walks by himself. I love her: she’s my delicate little flower.