Mary was still in bed when I made the coffee
I shouted to her and awaited an answer
But did not receive a reply
Which was normal
As she was the Harefield goalkeeper
Who was registered by her gift name Wildflower
But as she walked into the kitchen
Wearing my denim shirt almost indecently
She looked nothing like the goalkeeper she was
Her exploits were legendary in the league
And she gained a certain notoriety a year or so ago
When she flashed her boobs at a penalty taker
And was promptly sent off by a humourless referee
She has also been known to wear sunglasses in goal if the sun is low
As it often is when late season games are played in the early evening
But football is the last thing on her mind as she sits opposite me
The broken victim of the circadian circle staring blankly into her empty breakfast bowl
But in an hour after a coffee and a shower she will return to normal and will retire
To our studio where she will create her erotic photo montages which sell so well
And keep us in this comfort in our white Hampstead house which we are hoping to sell