WHILE ENJOYING A LIQUID PUDDING!
All around are us story'sEach and every one we see
Me and me chum had met up
To have a Christmas lunch
After we'd had lunch , it was suggested
It was time for pudding
We agreed to go to the pub for a liquid pudding
Story's are just awaiting to be writ
Woman sat alone , her face a blank page
A mask a glass of beer , just a small glass , half a point
Before , her , she sits a lone , forlornly
She sits alone , is she waiting for a friend?
Is the friend male of female?
The pub a romantic rondevu?
A work mate , works nearby , maybe , she awaits fore?
Maybe
I sit with a chum , we talk , out of the corner of my eye
I cant but observe her , I think taking in what I see , I'm thinking
I stand up , cant even remember why I did
She specks , she notes a piece of paper showing out of back pocket
I try to find it , I give up , I look round , I'm smiling , I grin
I invite her to remove what ever it is , still grinning
She , is now smiling , grinning with me , my chum , looks confused
He can not understand just what is going on
She takes out the wrapping of my backer pouch , I'd stored it in me back pocket
Intending to put it in a litter bin I deposited the offending litter in bin close by
But it gave a stranger reason to smile and grin with me , her day brightened by her encounter with me
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-12-20 at 12:06
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