Grilling

Randall Cashman called Liz into his office.

He lounged behind a big wooden desk.

Lions carved into its extremities.

Questions machine-gunned in Liz's direction.

She didn't give her responses too much.

Liz had lost interest long ago.

It just didn't seem like an appropriate meeting point for a date.

There's a page where you can learn all about me now. That's why I wrote this poem, because the page has questions on it, and I wanted an opportunity to post a link. There it is! It's a very entertaining read, I recommend it to anyone.