Same Page

You’re less knight in shining armour,

More endless biscuit tin.

More likely to ask about my lunch,

And not ‘How have you been?’

Not interested in pleasantries,

Or thinking that is deep,

Deliberately different

Like an irate mutinous sheep.

But that is why I like you –

We are on the same page,

Singing from the same hymn sheet

And not above pointless rage

Keep doing what you’re doing,

And who knows, time may tell

That when we’re old and more senile,

W...