by | Dec 11, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Two old friends in leather chairs reclined,
One each side of the fire, legs spread wide,
They spoke in turns, sometimes not answered.
Friends for so long, they knew each other’s mind.

First book end, “You awake, thought you were gone”?
Second bookend, “Not yet just thinking about it”
Both knowing they were past their best before date.
The maid, Mini skirted, big bosom, and blond
Brought in their tea, huskily saying, “Cream cakes today, lads”

They both sat up, moustaches bristling,
Breath coming fast, and gently whistling.
After two cream cakes each, one remarked, ”I wonder if I could”?
The other offered to help if he would,
So the last cream cake was cut into two.


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