Farewell dear lobster; your services
no longer required.
Run along now
with your steak and dancing
in the twilight, overlooking the Hindu Kush.
Our sights are set already –
A latte and
no longer de rigueur.
Haircuts will continue as normal.
© Carolyn Cornthwaite
Carolyn writes poetry sporadically or relentlessly (depending on the season) and is influenced by travel, former careers and people watching. She dreams of Booker Prizes and a life in France.