Monday, 9 February 2015

Untitled Sonnet No. 3

The choice, it looms
Before your face,
And you feel doomed
Unless you place
Your order clear,
And decisive
To the cashier,
Who gives it with
A friendly smile,
You take it then
But all the while
Waiting for 'when'
To then arrive
Is just no jive.

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