HOT UNDER THE COLLAR

First it was the Colombian

Then the Aussie

Followed by the English Rose

Within two minutes

Within 2 feet of me

All with eyes as strong as the sun

What fun

But also with a frost as cold as the day

The Aussie dressed in black

Sultry beyond compare

The Colombian with beautiful fuzzy hair

And lips so red

Like an English Rose

Whose pose

Was as sturdy and forthright

Like the flower

The ladies then burned my soul

With a man's dread.....

Choose a meal recommended by one........

Over the others...

Decisions...gulp

The English Rose

Chose

To side with the Colombian

Her foreign boyfriend powerless to defend my borders

The Aussie quiet in the corner with a affable but considered look

Petacon or Mexican eggs?

Vegan or Latin hot?

A decision not

For the faint hearted

I stuck to my guns

Petacon for me

You see

Because to set a plate alight

Then eat it

Is not for me

But to feel the soft texture of avocado and tomato melt in my mouth.....is

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written 18th January 2020 at Jessie's cafe, Southsea.

An experiment in prose, rhyme and story development attempting to be direct with a subtle wryness of thought for the reader.