It was George Melly's fault strutting the bar
His suit mustard and scarlet check. How far
'Frankie and Johnny' started us off wrong
I cannot tell. Somehow his bloody song
was sound-track to our drinking. Was our fate
to hurt each other, even on that date
where later on she pulled me to her bed
with mockery and coaxing? I had said
it was a bad idea; 'compared to what?'
she said, which rather put me on the spot.
'Try it at least - you've only slept with men.'
A line that would come back to haunt her when
I'd say it back. She loved me, but would say
not quite enough to turn her fucking gay.