As I sat by the window sill Decked in grey garb Listening to adumbrations And other grey garbage, My eyes were drawn beyond the room, Out across an odd sea of serrated roofs Till I saw, On a sandy patch of land Ten boys and a ball.
I sat between my passion and my profession, Peering out the window of my profession. I watched engrossed, my passion Bib around my neck, Boots upon their feet.
“LD/HCR/.... “ The court clerk cried.
I profess passion for another profession, I’m not a professional at my passion, But I can profess my profession passionately! And so I rise... “May it please this honourable court...”