Poem 11 – 10:00 16-05-2017
“Time for elevenses!” Were the words he said.
“I fancy a coffee; and some Jam on bread.”
“Caffé latte, or an American o;
And raspberry jam, please; but seedless, you know.
Brown bread; granary? Or wholemeal, if you must;
But, it must be hot – you can do that, I trust?”
“I don’t mind serving him, he’s a customer;
But, he wants everything just so… precise!
And he never ever varies his order –
Which, in fact, makes totting up the bill quite nice.”
The waitress served, and the customer he dined;
A morning repast, and a ritual, too;
Well, we all have our little quirks, I have – don’t you?