When you asked me to lend you money
my refusal was so sharp
that it reduced you to a lump of quivering female lard,
your eyes poured olive oil
and out of your nose creamy yogurt ran.

Faced with this amazing sight
I relented and gave you the cash.
You smiled and asked to borrow towel and soap,
but when I gave you a jute sack and washing up liquid,
more olive oil decanted.