Poem No.5
East Meets West
Mrs East prepared the feast.
Mr East laid the table,
Put out glasses, poured the wine.
We're ready to go. It all looks fine.
We've come to dine, said Mrs West
Laughingly entering number nine.
This is my husband. He is the best
And l can't believe he's really mine.
I'm Mr. West. How are you? I'm fine.
What a sweet little house you have yourselves here.
Easy to find. We just followed the sign.
Thanks. But I'd really prefer red wine.
Sit down and eat, said Mrs. East.
The table looks an absolute treat.
Ours is twice the size, said Mr. West
We always have the absolute best.
I admire your wristwatch, Mr. East;
Look at mine! It cost me thousands.
I find I must have the very best.
You are very fortunate, Mr West.
Have you a holiday booked this year?
Smiling with glee, Mrs. East admitted
We're going West to deepest Wales,
Land of My Fathers and cracking good ales.
Hiking, climbing, birdwatching, trekking
But we'll head for home if it's raining and gales.
How strange, said West. We're going East.
A month of visits and relaxing spa treats.
A smidgen of sailing and by no means least
Oriental food which you know is delicious.
A cultural experience to broaden our minds.
We'll be suave, informed, entertaining, the best.
We'll be invaluable dinner guests!
It's time for dessert, said Mrs East.
I've millionaire shortbread topped with berries Or Black Forest Gateau,
Home made with cherries.
Which would you like dear Mrs West?
Millionaire shortbread sounds just fine.
Thank you. And for you Mr. West?
Black Forest Gateau, cherries and cream?
A generous portion as you seem
To like more and better than the rest.
Oh sorry! So sorry! Oh dear - What a mess!
So clumsy of me. Get a cloth, Mr East.
Poor Mr. West. Such a dreadful mess.
Must you really go now? said Mrs East
Yes, we'll leave you now, muttered Mr. West.
A memorable feast. An unmissable feast.
Let's keep in touch. Do you know how to tweet?
And you won't be surprised. Yes, you've already guessed.
Never again will East meet West.