Come Dine With Me
My imaginary resturant is painted sky blue.
Please enter, let me entertain you.
There is soft music playing.
The kind I hope will get you swaying.
Each table has an ocean view.
Never booked out, always a few.
Smiling faces take your order.
The menu will include fresh lobster.
The house wines are oh so mellow.
Poured by a very handsome fellow.
The chef is Italian and sings as he cooks.
He has written a wonderful cookery book.
Wholesome goodness served with flair.
New dishes to try if you dare.
Delectable delights of delicious tarts.
Easy conversation before you part.
Linger over fresh ground coffee.
On paying the bill, offered a toffee.
How soon can we all dine again?
Let's meet you here next week my friends.
20/09/2016
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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