We Met, words
We met in a library
We fought a whore of words.
We loved on a bed of nails, me underneath.
Her knees never recovered
We Met, Nihilist
We met at a Nihilist Convention, this Angel served me the drink.
We have five astounding daughters.
I was researching something for an assignment and remembered something from the fictitious Introduction to Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. She signs off the intro Anthony Pookworthy Esq. ABS LLR
Which means Associate Back Scratcher and Licenced Log Roller. The first term is obvious but today I realised what the second one was about. Clunk