On a warm day in Kew Gardens

I nearly purchased a book of Byron’s poetry

But considered it too bulky to carry

(I wonder where it is now)

Jane and I passed a woman breastfeeding

She smiled at us but the baby was otherwise occupied

I considered this moment to be as beautiful as the day

Jane noted that she was rather hungry

So we decided on a Sunday roast

(which was not really suitable due to the heat)

I tricked Jane and stole her Yorkshire Pudding

She hit me hard on the arm and bruised it

As this was her favourite part of the meal