Mr. McGuinn
By birksy
Mr. McGuinn? Mr. McGuinn? Are you in? Though the door is closed, And windows held down with nails, Are you in, there? We’ve not seen you for a while, And the grass has grown too far For you to approve of it. Your cat was grateful for the extra food. Are you in, Mr. McGuinn? You reminded me of my Aunt Veronica Not in looks, you understand, Nor in manner, But in your privacy, your ability to keep yourself to yourself. Though I’ve learnt By your mistake. Mr. McGuinn? Mr. McGuinn? Are you in? It’s high time you answered. Time your tall shadow fell over the frosted pane. I’ve a feeling, though, that it may never do again. Written August 7th, 1997 © on Aug 05 2001 06:25 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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