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.