Wednesday 25 July 2012

The Count of London Resto

Famished & tired, we find a place to eat

"Table for two & a half, please"

"Two," says she with a tease

Another day, another restaurant

"Table for two," say we

He winks, "three, Oi," 
Sunshine smile pasted on our faces, we waltz into another eatery
"Three," I cry confidently
"Oh ma'am, 'tis two & a half you mean,"
Hunger pangs see us queued up again
Looking at us askance, along came he
Arms akimbo, I say
"Now, you tell me"


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