Plonk, plink, plonk
Into her glass of alcholic drink
The tall glass sweetened on the rim
Topped with red cherries
A multi coloured straw umbrella
Long black straw to assist consumption
Following the patience taken by the barman
To mix her drink, the waiter placed it down on a coaster
Following a brief exchange of words
He turned and left the table
She sat for a brief moment admiring her drink
Then with a swift hand movement
She dismantled her drink
Removing all the added extras
Placeing them in the nearby ashtray
Wiping the sugar coating from the rim
She sat back with a glow of admiration
Sipping her gin and tonic contentedly.
The disconsolate bar man remarked
Dust in the wind, my thoughts at times.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.
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The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track.
Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.
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Today from the Man Shed 
Different. I like it.
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Thanks for starting my day off with a smile. It’s true — poor bartenders. They spend so much time embellishing cocktail glasses with fruit and vegetables and flowers and swizzle sticks and straws only towatch us demolish their handiwork without even pausing for a second to admire their artistry. What a thankless job!
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Pity I hadn’t your vocabulary Fransi or I could have done a little more embellishing.
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Lol. You did just fine Chris. I could see that glass as clearly as if it was in front of me. Pity it wasn’t 😊
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