Best Taverna Poems

The Greek Taverna 

Where can you be, dancer of my soul?
I want it be 1967 right now.
Where I can walk into the Minerva
Be seated by a handsome host,
And with my heart pounding..you are now walking towards me.

The red and white, checkered tablecloths -all fresh
My heart beating faster...

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- Prawn eyeballs - as black as a hole in space

- Alien squid - with face hugging tentacles 

- Martian Octopus head - eerily out of place

- Flying saucer seabass - sci-fi Metallic

- Prawn antennae - picking up signals from planet X

- Lobster claws -...

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