Poetry One Day At A Time

We don’t sell date slice

We don’t sell date slice
I was in no position to argue

Yes you can have a muesli slice
How could I complain

But what about the coffee
Yes it is Americano

And the red brick church
Was it built by the founding fathers

You may have to go to the bookshop
To find the answer to that one

You mean the place which no longer has a café
But I have already been there

Best find yourself a bench then
There’s one at the cross roads

What about Cornish pasties
I thought I saw one in the window

I’m afraid they’re beef my love
And baked right here in Lincolnshire

Should I go back I wonder
To complement her

On the confectionery
Or the conversation