did she leave the iron on?
or shut the living room door?
where are the car keys?
her dinner guest is a vegetarian,
won't eat anything soft or rare.
maybe filo pastry,
is a bit too posh for a late supper,
it won't crisp and brown;
pinenuts and lime juice
are pretentious and won't
impress much, but they looked
good on the page of the sunday
supplement, drizzled with balsamic
vinegar and extra virgin olive oil
the booze breaks the bank again this week,
maybe the girl on the till will
think she's an alcoholic...
the conveyor belt sticks,
no age id-check for her, she makes the
same joke each week, way past
its prime; time to change the script of
chardonnay and merlot to sauvignon
and shiraz
she aspires to being posh, of knowing
what it would be like to be first pressed
extra virgin...
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
(Not me, I didn't do it, I gave it up with the cigs a few months ago *smug* ) I got some extra extra virgin when it was special offer. I keep it where visitors can see it, as if casually left out.
