From our love room I can see the cathedral

I often lie on my back

After Rodger has gone

Just looking at its towers

I am the Dean’s daughter

My father has no idea

Of how I spend my time

Or who I am fucking

Near the window there is a watercolour

Honfleur historie et patrimoine

It was given to me by my father

For writing a short history

Of the cathedral

Which is for sale

In the gift shop

I have now been commissioned

To write a more detailed history

Of the cathedral and the town

In time for its anniversary next year

I have not started this task as yet

And have lied to everyone about it

As its more fun fucking a married man

Who does not just admire me

But makes me very very happy

I am aware that this will not last forever

That is how all thing end

But I am enjoying the ride

And do not give a fig for anything else



Sue Parry Jones