The Wendy House

So, I was sitting at a desk with a pen half-poised Above a record of expense accounts When some scent in the air Like of a co-worker's hair Produced a funny taste in my mouth And it was just like the smell of your garden, dear A place I hadn't recalled in at least twelve years And I felt such a lie in this suit and tie Remembering back on those days Too young to feel strange when we played those games You were five, I think, and I was three But I was quiet as a mouse down at the Wendy House Was I you or were you me? Well, the tinkling of ice in your Cheshire glass While you chose my dress and I rolled up your pants Is all such a haze now in this cubicle maze That I wonder if it was real But I know I recall the Wendy House... I've been so terribly straight Since you shut the gate And put all your clothes in the past I saw you at a wedding then some years later And I wanted to ask if you Could recall playing doctor and changing genders While your mother set the tea for two But we just made small talk, as a matter of course How I'd had a daughter and you'd had a divorce If you'd've told me then we'd end up boring as my dad I'm not sure if I'd have ever left I know I'd 've never left The Wendy House