A middle-aged lady offers him tea,
Then returns to her women’s magazine.
He shuffles on an old settee,
Drinks tea, and thinks “how ordinary
Is this scene”.
A darkened room.
Some cheap perfume.
20 minutes or so.
Then he must go.
In the other room,
She reads her magazine.
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael.
It produces a great image. 😉 Thanks, Kevin! Enjoy your Sunday! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you like my poem. You too, have a good Sunday. Its raining here, again! but dogs still need to be walked whatever the weather …!