There was a love affair in this building

The kind of love affair 

Which every respectable building must keep as a legend

Slowly festering through an innocent "by the way"

Or "have you heard"

He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer

And mothers prefer doctors

And lawyers



Yet despite this imperfection

He was clean-looking and respectable-looking

And you'll never find a mother

Who doesn't appreciate a natural man

So he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the window

Healthy teeth in his mouth

Healthy hair on his head

He grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head

The kind, the kind that babies always go for

With sticky little fingers