CAFE BLUES
Stomach feeling a little fragile,Out with the wife at dinner time.
What's a fellow to do,
So I took her into a cafe.
There the wife ordered,
Not one but two plates of food.
A sandwich and a glass of water
and a cake, me feeling bad, Asked for
just a coffee for me. I didn't wish to eat.
The girl who served me said quizzically,
Looking worriedly but rather sweet.
"Wouldn't you like something to eat?".
Can't I replied, " it's her turn with the teeth".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-30 at 00:27
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