My lover is keening.
Keening over Robbie Keane.
He's heard that he has left Liverpool and gone back to Tottenham.
And he's not keen.
My lover that is.
Not Keane. Because he is.
Keen I mean.
And Keane.
Anyway my lover has a keen sense of loss.
I'll have to think of a way to cheer him up.
Perhaps what he needs tonight is a keen woman.
1 comment:
indeed georgina.....very apt indeed......cf
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