What you wish for

 

It was Friday we were going out for a meal in the evening

I had visualized a fat pork chop with furrows of fat in the meat

whatever you say fat food taste better than chicken.

Since it was evening my wife thought an omelette would be

right for me and the waitress agreed – she is a friend-

But a few glasses of red wine were ok.

After eating the omelette, drinking the wine, I wondered if

they were patronizing me, so I had whisky with coke.

I tell you I was not drunk, but I felt an irresistible need to

tell a story, standing up and let my voice boom to drown

the audience with my erudition; it was not on,

we come home to catch the nine o`clock news.

🌷 (1)

◄ the daughter

the applause ►

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