Each day of rest I served that dead eyed
couple and every time I offered
a bread roll to start their meal, I was forced
to swallow his smut. The wife was not able
to order but was always poised to moan
over her husband’s mistakes. Still, I knew while he
loved the sticky spurt of his blue rump,
she could never bring herself to touch
the whole of her breast.
Two for One at the Carvery

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