Then there was the night leaving the pub
where she lost her heart by slipping it
into his pocket as he did up his overcoat.

On the bus going home he bruised it
when he sat on it, thinking My seat seems
to be ticking? When he found it,
feeling for his door key, it was still warm.

After sleeping with it on his bedside table
he placed it next to his computer at work
until his boss pointed out it was upsetting
the other members of staff; Why not a plant?

In the evening he went back to the pub
to show the landlady, who pointed her out
slumped in the corner, blue in the face
barely breathing, to which he said Fancy

giving your heart away so easily! The landlady
agreed, so the kitchen staff cooked it, and he ate it
washed down with a pint of Guinness.