A new poem, for Twitter
Apparently my current crush on a waitress is entertaining the world of Twitter at the moment. Hmm. Anyway, last night I wrote my first poem in over a year, and I wanted to share.
Pretty Waitress
Pretty waitress:
I do not know your name
But it probably contains more zeds
Than a narcolepsy clinic.
Since I first saw you
I have been unable to sleep
And I have palpitations
And a twitch
And a jiggly leg
And I am drinking a lot more
Coffee than before.
I hope you like your men fat and poor
For
I am eating out a lot
And £7.95 is very good value
Considering the number of chips you get in a portion
But it’s not sustainable
Every night
Not least because I want you to know
I appreciate your skill at carrying things
While smiling
So I like to polish the lot off.
Please be good to my heart
And be mine:
Failing that
Please be good to my heart
And get a job in JJB Sports instead.