At A Table For Two

Past the first few whiffs

Of perfume

She smelled as though

She’d slept in an

Ashtray,

Before she padded

Her make-up on

She was rather

Quite pretty,

It was a pity

Watching her wait

For her date,

At the twelfth hour

She asked,

Do I look like

A fast food girl

As she read out a text

Meet me at McDonald’s.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:42 AM January26, 2016

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