Praised by a drunkard,
Just when my craving for respect,
From Oprah, Obama or
The Queen,
Seems to be all the appreciation I need,
She,
Walks in,
Demanding demurely, hand
Held out, just
Two sticks.
Her praise almost makes me cry –
she is so dignified
tight dress not too
tight, just so –
Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply.
Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime,
And she wrangles,
A full pack of cigarettes from me,
Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured,
Brandy glass and,
An Orange Juice,
Placed just so,
Always good practise to keep a spare,
Packet of cigarettes in the car.
I am still laughing.