warmth of the
day with
tantalising
heat of youth,
charged
emotions flavour
the delectable
vitality;
vibranttitbits
of life
glancing behind
in the
lunchtimequeue
spying a blonde
nymphet
extremeback of
the line
(ambrosia to my
eyes)
sudden
inspiration;
being hunk the
hunter,
gather, at my
request
“Please,
hotdogs for two?”
sauntering back
handsfull
with a
heartyheroswagger
reachingout to unknownblonde,
saving her from
the lunchtimequeue
I proffer a
piquantpickupmorsel,
“Ag mann, fanx
forra horrog!”
I lunch
very,
alone.
