I knit five companions - snappy dressers all -
then word balloons rising from their competent mouths:
'Well observed, Jeremy.'
'I quite agree, Jeremy.'
'You, Jeremy, are a man of vigour and poise.'
'What a wonderfully dignified utterance or action, Jeremy.'
'Oh Jeremy, I am glad to have you as a friend.'
I regard the quintet coldly.
'Well then?' I demand. 'Who's this "Jeremy"?
Who's Jeremy, you bastards,'
wool unspooling in bright snarls.