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April 25, 2012
That one fly ruined everything
I tried to swat it with my hand
Knocking over a glass of wine in the process
And wrecking a summer’s lunch that was grand
‘Shall we eat inside or out’
He asked me when we arrived.
And as he’s a man of the great outdoors
Of the sun, I knew he wouldn’t want to be deprived
So I acquiesced, I think that’s the word
Well anyhow, we finished up sat on a form
Covered in pigeon pooh with ants
Running amok – Oh, how I longed for a storm.
Being the fantasist that he is
These obstacles were of little dread
And I sat there thinking ‘Ee what a fool,
The sun’s burning the top of his head’
Then it arrived, I knew it would come
It follows me everywhere
I know it’s the same one, I live in fear
The ‘little shit’ hasn’t got a care!
My man is a ‘foodie’, a gourmet renowned
And selected from the menu his choice
Whilst slavering over the Hungarian waitress
As he listened to her so sexy voice!
He’s building up another scenario, I thought
Of expectation filled with desire
‘I’ll take a bottle of the Chablis, my dear’
He said with his bright eyes on fire.
For starters he’d decided on the crab salad
Followed by a rare rib eye steak
I still can’t believe how it all went so wrong
And such a gorgeous setting, sat by the lake!
Life seemed so perfect, well for him at least
Though I too, was starting to unwind
But that nuisance fly just wouldn’t go away
So I lashed out with all the power I could find
‘Oh well done Darling’, he sarcastically uttered
As his steak sailed in a sea of white wine
‘The cabaret is free’ I said to other diners
As the Hungarian floosie asked ‘Is everything fine’?
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