A Gentlemans Alxandria
A Gentleman´s Alexandria
His wife came into the living room looking sideways
she had brought cold beer and snacks.
She walked back to the kitchen where their four daughters sat.
This was a modern household; his wife wore no vail.
When we left the children had disappeared, just as well
I don´t know how to speak to the young ones.
My Egyptian friend took me to a nightclub, music and noise
not to forget belly dancers.
My friend soon left with one of them, and that was ok,
I had been his cover for a night out, and all bills were paid for.
Strange man, the shipping clerk, he had four daughters but no boys
and that made him sad.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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