the never ending story

 The no ending story

 

  I have tried to tell a story of a rat that fell from the ceiling

  it landed among drinkers in a café I ran,

  never had I seen a café emptying of people in two seconds

  flat; the rat escaped too. 

  I also want to talk about the woman who had been sober

 for ten years, a safe hand in soothing drunken men.

 I also wanted to talk about the eccentric drinking law

 allowing me to sell beer between five and ten o’clock

 but the customers had to eat first. usually, a sandwich

after that, they could drink as much as they wanted.

I will tell you about the rat plague when they pull down

The old abattoir, but I will leave it for now since I can’t

get the beginning right, I dislike, rats they are vermin

and I can hear one eating ink in the wastebasket.

◄ bitter love

tanka ►

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