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.