I discovered last week that I have inspired a poem! A proper one. Yes really.
I have a few lady friends. They look out for me when we go away for the weekend. The occasional text or email, Are You OK? How's your love-life?
Non-existent, how's yours?
At the beginning of the year a dozen or so of us went away for the weekend and one lunchtime I found myself in the pub with The Ladies. They were in mischievous mood, ganging up on me and having sport.
TL: You need a woman in your life.
Me: Like a hole in the head.
TL: You'll never find anyone with that attitude.
Me: They are all weird, even the nice ones.
Etc, etc, etc.
One of the things I find difficult to accept as, well, acceptable, is txt spk. RUOK? GR8! CU.
And so, as the conversation progressed, I got more extremely conservative and they got more bullying. It was all good-natured.
Eventually they got bored and the conversation moved on, but one of The Ladies is a poet, proper clubs and all that, and this little episode inspired her to write a poem, The Perfect Partner for a Pedant.
I saw her last week and she told me about this. It's nearly finished. I don't have it yet, but when I do, if she agrees, I'll share it here.
All I know is that one line reads:
I'd like to conceive with you - that's E before I, am I right?
She's quite a character, so I'm looking forward to the rest