markbousfield

Swan like in their grace and poise
the denials I have favoured the most of late
chat sullenly amongst themselves,
I'm not welcome there any more,

apparently I'm too dour and sordid for their tastes nowadays.

Well...

at least the bottle caps I flicked
onto the broken heel of one of your discarded shoes
(the one I kept as a trophy)
seem to have ended up on the floor
not in the bin as I had intended.

I guess I'll just have to try again.