At his hotel destination he clutched
a glowing glass of cognac among unfamiliar hills
for the time being. The receptionist girl
sucked him in through her thick glasses
and handed him a notepad. Sir,
there is a message for you
from your wife.
Thank you, I haven't got a wife,
but when I find one,
I'll read it.
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Lovely and funny piece of poetry well articulated and nicely penned. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.