Two tables along
From two Dutch lovers whispering
And a housemaid pushing a broom,
Three sparrows hoop round a menu.
A flea-bitten dog climbs onto a seat,
This is not reciprocal.
I do not perch on sparrow's branch,
Or slouch in the brown dog's kennel.
Not content with
Patronising the eatery,
Three sparrows are hopping about this page,
The flea-bitten dog is lolling across this poem.
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