A theme on a theme on a theme?
I sat upon my comfy lounge
the fire gently nuzzling
Someone was pulling pints of beer
but the sound was kinda puzzlin?
My ‘invites’ open every eve
from bewitching gloom till late
but I guess the weather’s not been too kind
and it is only Feb in haste?
Still I had my trusty tome
half drunken pint or three
and Paganini’s cello
played like a breathless three?
And then she appeared ; stopped for a while
A hesitant stare and then small smile
She took in the rest of room in glances
It was then I knew my chances?
She really only had two options
make for the bar or turn around?
But then I spoke as if on cue
“It’s quiet tonight – you look quite blue”?
I should have kept my big mouth shut
as I heard bartender’s muffled guffaw
Well I guess I was guest but also owner
Was I excusing or just bemoaner?
Well perhaps we may never know
But I could have swore her smile did glow
And as she headed towards my clime
Well in for a dollar or a dime?
I beckoned to an empty seat
As she leaned and kissed my pensive cheek
“Well high big fella – what’s ya game?”
I smiled and murmured - ‘ always the same’
I start with one full deck of cards
always lookin for Queen of Hearts
so tell me how ya came this way ?
Just passing through or here to stay?
She asked what time d’ya close this joint?
Just call ya shot Ma’am don’t disappoint
Mmm she murmured sweet delights
then close ya bar I’ll be just right
when they came to the bar was down
she snuggled up on asian lounge
and whispered “babe you’ve got some punch”
He asked “you’ll stay for lunch?”
davo
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