I had stayed in this comfortable Bed & Breakfast for the last three nights
But as I had concluded my business in the town it was now time to leave
Although I felt tired having spent a restless night in my tiny room
I dreamt (or thought I dreamt) that the owners daughter
Who reminded me very much of Noemie Merlant
Had walked around my room wearing only pyjama bottoms
And had later confided that she was in love with her garden gate
Yet here she was trying to pursue me to prolong my stay
As her mother was away and she so enjoyed my company
I told her that I was just a boring rep and worse still
My name was Stanley Phillip Jones and I was thirty-three