Monday, 15 April 2013

Farewell Dear Lobster

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 –
reducing costs. 

A latte and
your wellbeing
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.