stumbles into the meeting with a crazy look
and a sheaf of flyers for a student revue
taking place in his cornea.
Temporarily stunned, Janet stands beside
her flipchart, her telescopic baton lowered,
as he moves about the room
saying something vaguely hucksterish in broken French.
'What do you mean, in your eye?' tries Ian,
suspecting one of the pranks for which
Christopher is justly notorious.
'Regardez,' Chris says, peeling down
his lower lid to expose a howling portal
that drags in Ian, screeching like
a bereaved peasant woman.
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