At The Lime Tree Cafe


Old friends, Marie d'Artagnon and Marcus Dupree,
Sat sipping a favored blend of Orange-Pekoe tea,
Regaling each other regarding shared events.
Unable much longer to be kept in suspense,
They hurried up to date on who was doing what,
If sister Marisla was coming home or not,
The latest suggestion of whom was sleeping where,
So certain, who'd be doing the unspoken, there.
With so much to relate and oodles more to scoop,
They chose to order, to continue after soup
Recounting these choicest of tidbits from their lives,
Important, yet mundane, all devoid of surprise,
Since they'd made these luncheons a set date for Tuesday,
Friends to dine, rain or shine, at the Lime Tree Cafe.

Last week it was Annabelle and Robbie McPhee
Caught en delicatio, she the mother of three,
Who should have known better with the passage of time,
Things thought a secret, even when being no crime,
Will soon see the daylight, and be all over town,
Whispered quite brazenly about one of renown.
In the weeks previous, something else, the report,
And one most recent, the old minister's retort
About doomsday and who, fervently, he'd hoped there,
Singularly, decked out in holey underwear.
Recounting these choicest of tidbits from each life,
Important, yet mundane, all someone else's strife,
For they'd made these luncheons a set date for Tuesday,
Friends to dine, rain or shine, at the Lime Tree Cafe.

They were unaware, a dynamic was at work,
Whose basest elements in their darkness could lurk,
That took twisted pleasure in others coming down...
The harder, the better, more scandal spread around!
One day, it was their day not a single word true,
Long ago the family tree,(about which no clue),
In normal fashion was diluted, now impure!
Infamy of like proportions they'd seek a cure,
Unacceptable to calumny they'd resign
So each week, they still seek from others, peace of mind,
Recounting these choicest of tidbits from ones life,
Important, yet mundane, his own personal strife,
But they'd made these luncheons a set date for Tuesday,
Friends to dine, rain or shine, at the Lime Tree Cafe.


--H. Arlequin 


 

 

      
  


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