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I Am Waiting Patiently

...for my tea and cake
and hoping that you hurry, dear,
because I mind this boorish rake.

With your seating plan you meant no harm,
surely I know this.
Or did I cause you some offence
to take the royal piss?

Forgive me if I've spilled the beans
or given ill advice.
And I'd have never thought to gossip
if not for that scotch and ice.

Now if you have some brandy,
I'll take a glass or two.
While sitting with a cretin
it just goes down so smooth.
(c)2012 Shers Gallagher

Aisling Books






Comments

  1. I enjoyed this. It made me smile :)

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  2. Haha...smile...I'm positively >>> Giggling out loud... haha
    How could she be seated to such a bore...OMGoodness.... you got me with 'taking the royal piss' haven't seen that expression in donkey's ages.
    Haha
    Really enjoyed this anddddd...love the kitty cat pic too ;)

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  3. a charming poem.

    oh yeah, we can all relate to this uncomfortable seating plan.

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  4. Hahaha - yes, brandy can be a useful social lubricant. Funny write. :o)

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  5. This is so funny...enjoyed your take and have a great summer ~

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  6. how good that she defends herself!! I love the line about the scotch and ice...loosened tongue and all that! thankyou.

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  7. ha...the seating is a great way to get back at someone...oy..you might need a bit more depending on how boorish they are...smiles...enjoy your holidays...

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  8. I love your phrasing and the dry humor you've injected into this socially inept dinner. Thank you for sharing this experience, we've all been party to, Shers. Have the best holiday. =D

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  9. The brandy goggles may just be enough to make him temporarily interesting !

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  10. :) Enjoy your holidays. I just began to follow you on blogger. I thought I was following you...but I guess I was seeing your posts on Facebook. Have a great summer :)

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  11. Take care with the scotch! Godspeed, my friend!

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  12. For a teetotaller you write a mighty good poem Ma'am!

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  13. hahaha

    I guess she got her just desserts, eh?

    =)

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  14. I'll take her scotch on the rocks .................

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  15. Okay, pour me one too! Very nice, enjoy your holiday!

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  16. Have a wonderful time in your mountains. With Multiply closing, I have to learn to master Blogger more.Now, how do I make sure I don't miss anything?

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  17. Scotch and ice will do it everytime ;)

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