Welcome

Well come on in.
Make yourself at home.

Do sit down. Not there.
That's my chair.

Now, can I get you a drink?
Coffee? Tea? Oh, you've brought wine.

How kind. I'll save that for later
if you don't mind.

What a bind. I'm out of milk.
Will you drink it black?

No? Oh well, I suppose it's soon time
you were getting back?

Anyway, thanks for coming.
And for the booze. Not a bottle

I would usually choose
but it all goes down the same way

as they say. So,
don't let me keep you. Off you go.

Feel free to call anytime. Not tomorrow.
That would be a problem.

Yes, thanks. You're welcome. Bye Mum.


Poem copyright Bernard Young 2010