Monday, October 23, 2006

My dad's poem

Come now with me
this apres midi
for afternoon teacakes and jam
lets stuff our faces
with dainties in cases
and slices of frightfully thin ham.

Lets wack our cirrhosis
with chocolates from Roses
as we listen to the orchestra play
on our table for two
with the river in view
we will welcome the embers of day.

ah waiter deliver
the teapot of silver
you can't. Oh how simply ghastlee
bring me straight back
my coat and my hat
you've just spoilt my post noon reverie.


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