Farewell dear lobster; your services
no longer required.
Run along now
with your steak and dancing
in the twilight, overlooking the Hindu Kush.
Our sights are set already –
A latte and
no longer de rigueur.
Haircuts will continue as normal.
Carolyn writes poetry sporadically or relentlessly (depending on the season) and is influenced by travel, former careers and people watching. She dreams of Booker Prizes and a life in France.