From the spring of 2016.




To a Lady Bartender, Over Thirty

On Monday mornings, half awake,
You're lovelier than rare beefsteak.

You drink, you smoke, you're anti-vegan;
You'll live as long as Nancy Reagan.

You work all day at Chapeau Rouge
So stiffs like me can drink their booze.

Who can describe the joy you feel
After a large Italian meal?

You love to watch a Boston Bruin
Pummel Canadiens into ruin.

You're sharp and honest, super-witty,
And undeniably, you're pretty.

On days when I'm singin' the blues,

You're the fast cure in size 9 shoes.

I'd ride the train six-point-five miles
Just for a glimpse of one of your smiles.

You've got me dancing round the maypole
Even though it's only April.

You know the words to every song
From nineteen fifty-seven on!

You're Dusty Springfield, Patsy Cline,
The finest glass of Malbec wine.

 

With fluency in restaurant Spanish,
You're skilled at making bad moods vanish!

I hope your birthday's just like heaven;
Let's both pretend you're twenty-seven.





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Written on 2020-02-25 at 08:03

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I can so well picture the woman in question. And I can well understand the attraction, and feel the light that her personality brings. Reading this, I want to meet her! A most fun read aside it being beautifully constructed :)
2020-02-27


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is delightful, makes me smile ~
2020-02-25