This poem first appeared here on 9 April 2017:
In the restaurant its just the waiter and I,
While outside the window Vehicles speed by.
“There are a lot of beautiful women outside today”,
He remarks by way
My wine and think
About this nation
On who’s empire the sun would never set.
Kipling may regret,
The sun continues to shine
And there is curry and wine,
While in the street
Beating out a more or less harmonious song.