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In a Shepherd Market corner
A small French restaurant
Duck confit was the order
And some sauvignon Blanc
On a table next to mine
There was Andra and Michelle
We all had some bottles of wine
And a lot of time to kill
Michelle had issues
Andra was full of advice
Then came tears and tissues
Then hard liquors and ice
My friend decided to join
To lighten the mood
He flashed a coin
Then the wine renewed
Around the story teller
The Tables have entwined
A story that is a thriller
Of a lover so unkind
My judgment is always harsh
And I was asked to judge
Time to seek the marsh
To flee and dodge
The corner was bare
But of bricks and stones
Stares that fills the air
And chills the bones
Two things I’ve learned in my youth
I can never lie to save my hide
And there is a line between rudeness and truth
That the listener enjoys to hide
Andra smiled, Michelle heavily grumbled
While my faithful friend stalked the moon
Fists were clenched and eyes were crumbled
And ‘’ murder by number’’ was the moment’s tune
One more question was asked
To confirm my guilt
With innocence it was masked
And warm smiles so heart felt
Twice I got stung
Not once but twice
For my restless tongue
Now I will pay the price
I better plan my escape
The measures might be drastic
I should hide every pointy shape
And all things that are not plastic
Michelle was the worry
Andra was full of class
She wasn’t in a hurry
To finish her glass
But sides must be taken
To please her friend
With fake loyalties awaken
The night had to end
She jumped on the sailing boat
To sail away with trouble
Her fading light brown rain coat
Still shined at the end of the tunnel
But to my surprise
She turned to smile and wave
A joy for my soaring eyes
But alas, I have dug my grave
©FAT 2014
a Poem for fun about a one encounter i had with a lovely lady called Andra in Shepherd Market, Mayfair ,London.
writersdream9 said:
Very nice and lyrical!
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fais said:
lol thanks hon was fun to write
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MsTranquility said:
Love the story, and it has a great flow to it 🙂
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fais said:
hahaahha lol thanks dear
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john flanagan said:
i’m reading between the lines here, Fais, and wondering if…never mind. Lovely delivery, fluent and easy and meaningful.
Best to You
john
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fais said:
so may if’s and i think all your guesses are right
thanks dear John
best wishes
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shehannemoore said:
Please be bored more often Fais. You have some lovely lines and imagery here…oh and some sadness x
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fais said:
haha dear u woulda loved being there that night hmmmm woulda loved to hide behind the hamstah godmother
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shehannemoore said:
Oh…must send yah the hamstah godmother to keep yah safe!
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fais said:
😛 and the hamstah with the 6th sense 😛 am i being too demanding 😛
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shehannemoore said:
Not at all. They will be glad to get shot of me ! They keep putting these pictures of themselves up going ‘free to a good home.’ x
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fais said:
i am sure they wouldnt find a nicer sweeter guardian
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shehannemoore said:
That would be you Fais. They sure don’t see me that way!!! x
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fais said:
i do and i will convince them… 🙂
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shehannemoore said:
Awwww. Good luck!!! You may need it. x
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fais said:
no need for luck i am sure they will miss u the second the leave , plus i have a very hairy friend that can pose as a bear 😛
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shehannemoore said:
I am impressed! xx (Just make sure they don’t eat him. They eat everything else)
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MichelleMarie said:
I love your writing!
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fais said:
O that makes us even :-p thank u dear
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MichelleMarie said:
Have a blessed week! 😀
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fais said:
you tooo 🙂
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