Being Fond Of Roger (Poetry)

I am rather fond of Roger
and I think he’s fond of me
we have spent some time together
quite coincidentally

we go to the same parties
we’ve in common several friends
there’s really nothing to it
but then office gossip tends

to jump to those conclusions
the first thought in their head
because we get along so well
we’ve surely been to bed

Though Roger’s tried, and so have I
convincing them we’re not
indulging in some sly affair
they chorus ‘Tommyrot!’

I don’t know about my husband
and I’ve not met Roger’s wife
and it’s largely supposition
what goes on in someone’s life

But lately it’s frustrating
I’ve no secrets to confide
no confessions (swear to God) I’ve
absolutely zilch to hide

So me and Rog have chewed the fat
like only ‘good friends’ can
agreeing to be hung for sheep
and not some bleating lamb

Thus we’re off to Brighton next weekend
on business (naturally)
for I kind of fancy Roger
and he seems quite keen on me