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