The Works Canteen
Across by the window, reading her magazine
There she sat.
Eating her breakfast in the works canteen,
Drinking latte
Coffee, eating toast and marmalade, her mind
Deep in thought
So it seemed to me. Yes, you would often find
Her there if sought.
Her hair fair and long, her lips rouge and pert,
Wearing a short skirt
And so many men teased by her smile, hurt
By this sensual flirt,
Because such beauty was rare, not often seen
In the works canteen.
And with every other lass she stole the scene
This irresistible colleen.
Then he entered and her eyes lit as she sipped
Her latte coffee
And gently fondled her cup topped with whipped
Cream as he
Sat down opposite her and smiled. Her emerald
Eyes and seductive pose
Enticed him so, for he had heard tales of old told
Of this lipstick rose.
But like most men in the canteen he couldn't resist
This young colleen
So he too surrendered to her beauty and this tryst
In the works canteen.
And across by the window, reading her magazine
There she sat,
Eating lunch in the works canteen.
Drinking latte
Coffee, eating pasta and rice, her mind
Deep in thought
So it seemed to me. Yes, you would often find
Her there if sought.
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