Italian Restaurant

Call up the hostess arrange the night.
It's a date could be fate.
Hurry up don't be late
wouldn't want a bad start right out of the gate.
Here we are, Isn't this great
as the glasses make that sound
so the night goes round and round.
Laughter fills the air.
These two make quite a pair.
So one said in a toast
not verbose but perfectly nice.
Now I cannot miss
to end this with a kiss.
Copyright 2009 by Joseph Anthony Sanchez

Now I'm hungry...

I think I'll have the lasagne, some red wine, and tiramisu for dessert! Great job; I really like this poem! ;-)

Denise C. Floyd, author of "The Shaga Blageek Poetry Packet" and "Tales from the Boudoir" ;-)

Denise that was funny lol

Denise that was funny lol

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