Ode to the old cottage kitchen…

We dined like peasants, we dined liked kings, we dined like wet children home from the beach with blue lips quivering
wet bums in wet bathing suits, leaving wet marks on the chairs
We lit candles, we spilled wine on your crooked table,
our young one’s feet stumbled over your joyously crooked floors
those floors! Those magnificent floors~ “I haven’t had THAT much to drink have I”?
the mice nibbled crackers in your crooked metal cabinet beside the crooked fridge that didnt quite keep ice cream cold enough
we mixed exotic cocktails; gin and tonics, scotch and sodas, rye and cokes…the list goes on my friends
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