Hot, sticky, steamed
With almond for me
But no chelsea bun
With lots of cream¹
I've been sat in
Starbucks
For so long
Glance up at girls
and watch 'em go by...
Ooooh!
Putrescent porker with purple plumage I may be, but it would seem The Drizzle is obfuscsting the view of Pretties as they pass, and thus mistaking the malformed XymTroll in the comfy chair² for some suave coffee shop intellectual adonis.
For today I had a triplicity of smiles and waves from passing Pretties!
I unplug me ears from 7/11, glance up, and a NEW pretty is looking back at me smiling and waving!
I glance up from Banquets provided for Corvidaæ, to find NEW young Nursey pretty, giving me The Big Shy Smile.
And then along comes Blondie Braceface, who is no longer Braceface, giving me one of them great big huge smiles! Probably due to the lack of bracefacey disfiguring her teeths.
It would seem that precipitation negates the usual inherent revulsion for The Xym that is naturally built into all Ladies genetic make-up³, and for once, the unpopular fat git is the subject of swooning admirations.
Either that, or they're just smiling because their ego is boosted at being found attractive enough to be leered at by early morning porcine pervers of Pretties.
Or something.
¹ COZ I'S TRYIN' TO LOSE GUTBLUBBER, INNIT BRUV.
² NOT... THE COMFY CHAIR!!! G'AAAH! POKEAGE WITH THE SOFT CUSHIONS!! WELL, THE MANKY MILKY STAINED SEATAGE. AT LEAST, ONE HOPES IT'S LATTE SPILLAGE, AND NOT LATE NIGHT STARBUCKS SWINGER SECRETIONS FROM THEIR CAFFEINE FUELLED ORGIES.
³ MAX FUCKEDHER? RIMHOLE LONDON? ETC.
