Come off it, now, Leonard.
That's impossible. 
Mr. Gardener said to me.

I wished he would melt,
or just go away.
 
Come on, be reasonable.

That's funny. 
First you said, Come off it,
then you said, Come on.

Mr. Gardener looked at me
out of bulging yellow eyes
down his blotchy red nose

And melted.