The Singer and I
The singer and I.
I met the famous singer after her concert, we hit it off
as they say, drank red wine and had a jolly time.
Next day I made her breakfast, but before she could
eat her manager came and took her away.
It was a peculiar morning, the air was still and full of
heat, like suffocating in Finnish sauna, I tried to walk
into the stand up fridge, but the door wouldn’t shut
and I got strawberry jam all over me.
Spent the forenoon watering my flowers and myself
thinking of the singer. I only saw her again once when
she was interviewed on TV, but for some reason she
didn’t mention my name.
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