Come Sit Next To Me by Kristina Woodhill Look for me Wandering through long table rows Shoulders brush, spontaneous eager people Adorned in posh white garb Embellished in elegance, head to toe Dîner en blanc Dîner en plein air Carrying, toting, pulling Carefully packed dinner wares Tables, bottles of their best aged vino, Cheese, light-weight fold-out chairs Bons amis en blanc Paris, New York, Phily all steaked out with flair Word stranger or non inconceivable there Looking for you Finding our assigned seating row Edge to edge tables bump and greet Excitement elevates a vos santés, spirits flow You promised the most wonderful verse for dessert While we pour from my most generous bottle of rhyme 10/03/2013 Author's Note: Diner en Blanc Posted on 10/03/2013 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 10/04/13 at 02:12 AM I like it lady. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/09/13 at 03:30 PM Culinary ecstasy, nicely mixed with romance, Kris. Posted by Uriel Tovar on 10/23/13 at 06:49 PM i've always wanted to do one of these. this poems beautifully puts how i imagines one would be. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 79 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)