Half Light

We could go halfers on a halva
or even half a halva,
unless of course you’d rather
have a lager at McArthur’s
or go for a pavlova
in the Café Casanova .

Go on. We could pull over
and eat it in the Rover
or I could act as go-fer
and bring it to your sofa
in my fetching Balaclava --
and wash it down with Cava.

Oh do put down ‘Siddhartha’
and listen to your father!

Helena Nelson

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