Gorging on Cream Cakes.

Sat in a coffee shop,

People watching again,

They have no idea,

Although they could,

Be doing the same,

Noticed an old man,

Sat opposite me,

Going to call him,

Little granddad,

As I imagine,

A Granddad to be,

Two would be lovers,

Staring,

Into each other’s eyes,

Each thinking,

They,

Have got first prize,

My favourites though,

By more than a short mile,

Are a couple of ladies?

With the biggest smiles,

As they gazed down,

At their,

Covered tea plates,

Sat upon them,

A pair of,

Most delightful Cream cakes,

Intensely now watching,

This gluttonous pair,

Who shovelled it?

To their mouths,

Without a care,

Thick rich cream,

Sponge,

And jam,

I was soon becoming,

One

Envious man.

These two ladies,

With generous,

Hips,

Cream visible,

At the side,

Of their lips.

Totally unaware,

Enjoying their day,

I

Watching with delight,

Them,

Gorging away.

johnsbucket