A shady wine bar in Hackney
He was obviously not a la carte,
a ready meal, waiting for the tall blonde to gobble him up.
He was 'today's special' with a free cappuccino.
He sauntered over, wafting of eau de toilette,
and giving her that 'get a load of me' look, in a sumptuous way
while displaying his je ne c'est quoi.
His meat and two veg looked a bit greasy
and his plum tart was askew and rather tired
but she was desperate for it and made an attempt at the menu.
Well, what's a blonde to do when she hasn't ‘eaten' for days
and her waist band is so loose,
her strides are just about to fall to her ankles.
poem by Ruth Walters
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