Pay back....

Hi, it's me, you remember me,
last night, at the party,
we got it on
and you said you'd call.......

Well here I am. My suitcase?
Oh that thing, yeh
bring it in later.
I'll make myself at home.

This is a nice flat
but we'll change the sofa,
it looks kind of worn
and its fading.

Would you like tea?
I make the best tea in town.
Men have died for my tea,
yeh, it's ace.

Where's the sugar?
Oh it's o.k. I found it.
How many lumps?
Two or three?

D'you know, you've gone pale
too much to drink last night eh....
well now you're paying
so don't complain.

We had such a good time, didn't we?
Yeh, I'm the one
and this is pay back....
I've come to stay.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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