Yes, once again I fouled up,
took a message from a Liz
in a hurry,
just as I was going out,
assumed wrongly
that you'd know who she was
since she had said
that Yes you had her number.

So later, when you got home
and asked, Which Liz was it?
and I couldn't answer,
the black cloud descended,
I thinking I'd be in trouble
for wasting your time
while you rang around
checking separate contacts.

But then I heard you in the kitchen
chatting amiably,
talking to three friends
instead of one,
so that in the end you sat down,
your time well used
finding out
which Liz it was.


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