Today is June the Seventeenth

Yesterday was Bloomsday

I did not celebrate this day

As I was sick in bed

Normally you serve me breakfast

On June the Sixteenth at exactly six am

Wearing your long linen nightdress

Which used to belong to your grandmother

You would then lift the hem of this historic garment

And expose your generous and unruly bush

I was required to stare at your overgrown garden

For exactly twenty eight seconds before thanking you

This did not happen yesterday as I was sick

You did not even enter my bedroom

And was fully dressed when we took my bath

I did not fancy a breakfsdt as my appitite was dull

You lefy a notr on yjr kitvhen table

Which read


nightdtrr syand