It's been a while... Here's another poem by Sophie Hannah.
When He's at Home
A patch provokes the lazy eye,
Pillars support the dome.
I say his name and friends reply
Who's he when he's at home?
He's a performing art on stage.
At work he's smart and busy.
He's Times New Roman on the page.
When he's at home, who is he?
He's the road atlas man in cars.
On fairground rides he's dizzy.
He's wet in rain and drunk in bars.
When he's at home, who is he,
When there is nothing that provokes
And when there's no support?
Nothing. The show is over, folks,
And sooner than I thought.
(From Hotels like Houses.)