Musings by The Poet Loriet
Archaic Language O'er Easy Eggs
David came to our booth,
an aging waiter
full of pomp and circumstance.
I suppose that's par for the course
in five star restaurants,
but I've never been one
for formalities before coffee.
I ordered abruptly, eyes averted...
"Hunt Club- scrambled, hash browns,
wheat toast, coffee with cream."
My husband sat up straight,
one authoritarian ordering finger
poised in mid-air, so formal...
"I too shall have the Hunt Club."
I laughed mid-cranberry juice gulp,
squirting it out my nose.
"Archaic this morning, aren't we?"
He blamed it on my
awakening him with poetry,
an erotic ballad about oranges...
and, of course,
our eggs were served
garnished with the
citrusy fruit.
Leaning in conspirationally,
I fingered my slice,
contemplating, smiling...
"Darling, whilst thou
bite into thine orange?
O' singe your nostrils
with its pungency!"
He grasped his wedge
as if a theatrical prop
and orated in his deepest
thespian voice...
"A man craves eggs
and has none!"
We collapsed into giggles
as the couple
at the adjoining booth
glared over the tops
of their leather menus.
O' sense of humour,
wond'rous laughter,
wherefore art thou,
this glorious morn?
Lori Beal
an aging waiter
full of pomp and circumstance.
I suppose that's par for the course
in five star restaurants,
but I've never been one
for formalities before coffee.
I ordered abruptly, eyes averted...
"Hunt Club- scrambled, hash browns,
wheat toast, coffee with cream."
My husband sat up straight,
one authoritarian ordering finger
poised in mid-air, so formal...
"I too shall have the Hunt Club."
I laughed mid-cranberry juice gulp,
squirting it out my nose.
"Archaic this morning, aren't we?"
He blamed it on my
awakening him with poetry,
an erotic ballad about oranges...
and, of course,
our eggs were served
garnished with the
citrusy fruit.
Leaning in conspirationally,
I fingered my slice,
contemplating, smiling...
"Darling, whilst thou
bite into thine orange?
O' singe your nostrils
with its pungency!"
He grasped his wedge
as if a theatrical prop
and orated in his deepest
thespian voice...
"A man craves eggs
and has none!"
We collapsed into giggles
as the couple
at the adjoining booth
glared over the tops
of their leather menus.
O' sense of humour,
wond'rous laughter,
wherefore art thou,
this glorious morn?
Lori Beal
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Archaic Language O`er Easy Eggs
Archaic Language O`er Easy Eggs