Her Birthday Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Her birthday

We're having lunch in the Cascais centre
at a posh restaurant with a sea view.
The price of the lunch was outrageous
steak with salad and chips, which she
could not eat because of her teeth
she did eat the French fries.
She had a glass of white wine I had water.
I had suggested we take a taxi, so I too
could have a glass of wine.
Nearby a luxury hotel, it was splendid
she had spent a fortnight there with her first
husband,300 euros a night, and in case
you misunderstood it was the room price.
I was glad to drive back to our house.