Indulgence

A granite bust statuette of Nefertiti Bought at Abu Simbel on our Egyptian cruise Serves us as a solid paperweight On windy mornings reading the 'Weekly News'. A cigar on the terrace is my only indulgence Just one for the whole day not long after lunch Before we set forth on our post-prandial stroll Round the urbanisation; we're pleased as punch. We may encounter an acquaintance or two For a chin-wag, who'd fill us in on the local news Some could be true, but mostly hot gossip Flammable, but no way we'd blow our fuse. A poem gets written here right on this page Without the least effort, (how stupendous!); Who says English is not my first language? I share this with you, and it's tremendous!