Sheila Charles HAVE A WANDWICH
I don’t know whether anyone else does this –
I only know that I do!
I write everything in my diary,
Events AND times they happened too.
It can be very helpful
As then I have a record to prove everything –
Like when I posted a letter, paid a bill –
What I red, eat, say and who I ring!
Well, today that didn’t quite work. I went to visit my friend Ann,
She always gives me lunch and I take biscuits, if I can.
As today’s visit was planned at the very last minute, I did NOT
Take my usual packet of biscuits. To be honest with you, I forgot.
I arrived on time. Lunch was laid out.
On my little table, there was a flask,
Two sandwiches and a tartlet.
Just to polish it all off was my task.
Ann said, “There’s tea in the thermos.
Sugar and milk are in it as well.
But you know – I kid you not –
What it tasted like, I could not tell!
The tea I make at home
Is a very, very, pale fawn.
This was the colour of treacle.
I felt ever so slightly forlorn.
However it wasn’t too bad, BUT
What was in the sandwich, I had no idea.
So, what was I to write in my diary?
TWO SANDWICHES. CONTENTS UNCLEAR.
I just HAD to phone Ann later.
“I really enjoyed the sandwich,” I said.
“But what exactly was in it?”
(I wondered if I should have emailed her instead!)
It was shredded chicken in mayonnaise.
Next I asked, “What was the tart?”
“My Kipling’s cherry Bakewell.”
To ask about the drink, I hadn’t the heart.
I entered both in my diary IN RED –
That was the silly part!
illustration by ume-nori
