Comments about Elizabeth Charles
I knew the woman at the bar
With sunken cheeks who pondered deeply
And poured her drink tediously.
With a sullen look she toppled over a tumbler
I noticed every move of hers'
When the woman decided to order
A cloying dish
Of oily fish;
She poked a fist into it without consideration.
'Why was she acting like a childish git? '
She purged the dish away
And told the waiter
'No fish for today'
At the table veneer
A reflection of her kamikaze look could be seen,
Which she inherited from her great Aunt
Who always looked radiant but gaunt.