Of dressings made
And vegan wraps
A place to read
Or midday nap
Singers sing
We hum and clap
And Clark will serve the fare
Ana, Una
Serving friends
A discourse flows
As night descends
The laughter grows
And rarely ends
While good times had by all
But nothing beats
Desserts we take
Chocolate chip
And cup of cake
We eat ‘em all
That Clark might make
And sometimes ask for more
So come on down
To Twisted Tree
On Cookman Ave
Close by the sea
They’ll greet you well
Just come and be
And pass the time away
You’ll find a place to stay
Copyright SGW 2009
2 comments:
Nice, Scott! Now I want a chocolate chip cookie!!!
I ate two. :-)
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