Dear Spider,
Thanks for the invitation
to your cosy dinner for two.
I’d really love to come
but I can’t think what to do.
I can’t decide just what to wear
my clothes are all so fine
and I’m not certain where to find
a suitable sort of wine.
I’m not used to dining out,
it’s really not my thing.
I tend to snatch my meals
when I am on the wing.
My mealtime conversation
is limited in kind.
In short I feel that
I really should decline.
It’s not that I don’t like you
but we are so far apart;
I can’t see it working out
although you want my heart.
Yours sincerely
Fly
This is a fun poem. “I can’t decide what to wear” cracked me up!
So glad you enjoyed it! It is in my new book coming out from Salt in June, called The New Generation.
I love this…it was only when I got to the lines “I tend to snatch my meals when I’m on the wing” that I realised the plot…brilliant!
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