A limerick
Chewing the fat on our date left me with a hunch: I bit my tongue but reasoned: 'This gal's out to lunch.' Convinced there must be some mistake, She ate... then couldn't find her cake! I swallowed, for I'd bitten off more than a man could munch.
d’Verse poetics prompt: At the restaurant…
Today at d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems of any style about a restaurant.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.
–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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Nice one! That was the first and last date, I take it, or that takes the cake!
💙🙏🏻 Mary 🙏🏻💙
Oh, this is a delicious one David! 🍰😋👌🏻
💜🙏🏻 Filipa 🙏🏻💜
ha ha ha
🤣 Ruth 🤣
So much for her having her cake and eating it too! Thanks for the chuckle!
–Shay
💗 Shay 💗
i smiled all the way through this one, David. You caught me from the title and picture! Perfect!
Dwight
😄🙏🏻 Dwight 🙏🏻😄
I suspect there might not be a next date! 😏 Fun, David!
LOL