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Dinner is Cold
by David Garnerdinner is cold on a Friday night
I've got the phone on my lap
and my eye on the door
and, oh, don't you know it
I've been here before
stood up and fed up
at a quarter to ten
I've been here before
and I'm here once again 11/09/2007 Posted on 11/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 David Garner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/09/07 at 05:10 PM Distinct impression that one is tired of being mishandled and misled. Cold dinner indeed. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 11/09/07 at 05:34 PM aaaah! bad rememberies of a previous non-relationship! very well excuted. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/09/07 at 05:49 PM Makes me glad I'm currently off the market. Sorry for your loss, but very well expressed. :o) |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/11/07 at 06:24 AM The precise description (day, time, place), and understated, rhythmic, finger tapping feeling of this is excellent. |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 06/19/08 at 07:08 PM great rythymn here and I could taste the cold food and felt like spitting it out! |
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