Canto LVII

That’s it baby, I’ve made a big effort,
I’m waiting at Victoria station
to be your very own high class male escort,

whistled up in true M&S fashion,
shoes buffed to a see-your-boat-race shine,
I’ll take your bags, do anything to lighten

the load until we get home from the train,
where dinner waits, some Afritada Chicken
just like they cook it in the Philipinnes.

It’s all for you, my goddess, my true soul mate
and not because I have just had the thought
that the gig’s on tomorrow, not tonight,

because that would make me an idiot…

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 21, 2012 @ 09:02:20

    The way to a woman’s heart…cook them good dinners.
    For women, preparing meals is a necessary chore…for men, it is high art.

    Reply

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