blimey

on occasion she would
talk with a british accent.
cloudy day today, isn't it?
it was adorable
for the first day,
the second and third
day, well, not so much.
i attempted
to respond in like manner
by saying things like,
perhaps we should
stop and get a spot of tea,
or bloody hell,
what do they know about art
or music?
soon though,
i lost interest,
my mind wandered.
i started to look
at and listen to other
women. one's who spoke
my language, not
the king's.
are you day dreaming,
my love, she'd say.
passing a hand
in front of my face.
hello. anyone home?
fish and chips for lunch
today?