Bora born
Downtown _
Monsoon cairns
monday night
leg ‘e sore
op's sure bight.
Circuit walk
mutta leave
rain ‘e come
on the breeze.
Perrota's
there's the go
hobble there
mutta slow.
Take a seat
eastern end
on the side
breezes trend.
Service slack
new chum's there
families come
fill the chairs.
Slippery slick
service slides
proper must
be low tide.
One half hour
flies on by
service rates
patient sighs.
Mutta leave
custom's lost
at what price
at what cost.
Morning comes
yes true blue
sun ‘e rise
ghee that's news.
Boardwalk set
heifers run
chatterbox
fat filled bums.
Back street leg
shade ‘e helps
high tide's full
people swell.
Spirit man
cane in hand
dressed in rags
one man band.
Muddy wet
from a fall
he struggles
walk ‘e crawl.
Street to cross
it would seem
to make it
in his dreams.
Half way he
gets across
struggle street
it's a toss.
To make it
all the way
driver stops
makes his day.
Perrota's
morning brew
hits the spot
nothing new.
The waitress
service bright
flipside's the
scene last night.
Darren's here
owner too
have to ask
if he knew
new staff tales
refine trust
just in case
business lost.
The chef known
thirty years
from those times
youth repair's
memories'
nightly walks
teased out verse
mind ‘e talks.
The problem
had been known
the young man's
tongue was prone
to talk lots
some might say
distracted
minds at play.
So sorry
the chef sighs
service was
compromised.
Reprimands
would go through
learning curves
stir the brew.
- O -
© 16th mar 2019 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
monday night
leg ‘e sore
op's sure bight.
Circuit walk
mutta leave
rain ‘e come
on the breeze.
Perrota's
there's the go
hobble there
mutta slow.
Take a seat
eastern end
on the side
breezes trend.
Service slack
new chum's there
families come
fill the chairs.
Slippery slick
service slides
proper must
be low tide.
One half hour
flies on by
service rates
patient sighs.
Mutta leave
custom's lost
at what price
at what cost.
Morning comes
yes true blue
sun ‘e rise
ghee that's news.
Boardwalk set
heifers run
chatterbox
fat filled bums.
Back street leg
shade ‘e helps
high tide's full
people swell.
Spirit man
cane in hand
dressed in rags
one man band.
Muddy wet
from a fall
he struggles
walk ‘e crawl.
Street to cross
it would seem
to make it
in his dreams.
Half way he
gets across
struggle street
it's a toss.
To make it
all the way
driver stops
makes his day.
Perrota's
morning brew
hits the spot
nothing new.
The waitress
service bright
flipside's the
scene last night.
Darren's here
owner too
have to ask
if he knew
new staff tales
refine trust
just in case
business lost.
The chef known
thirty years
from those times
youth repair's
memories'
nightly walks
teased out verse
mind ‘e talks.
The problem
had been known
the young man's
tongue was prone
to talk lots
some might say
distracted
minds at play.
So sorry
the chef sighs
service was
compromised.
Reprimands
would go through
learning curves
stir the brew.
- O -
© 16th mar 2019 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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