"appetisers" poems
Calmly open the door (are there too many 'L's?)
and-
andandandandandandandandandandand-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
There, now there are too many 'A's. And Haitches.
So, welcome in, leave your hat in the corner, try some fine sparkling apple juice - no, your the beautiful one tonight, ma'am, uh, m'lady - oh, sit down, sit down, leave your suitcase on the floor, it's fine, would you care for the dessert- wait, no, we haven't even got the appetisers, silly me, and I-
oh, sorry, I needed to breathe.
Did I ruin the night for you?
Terribly sorry.
Hey, wait a second, miss, no, ma'am, no, wait, no, m'lady. M'lady! Milady, please, no, ple-
So, do you think it's a coincidence that your hat that day was the same colour as my entrails?
Oh, sorry, m'lady, didn't mean to gross you out.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC