The Figurative Café

Louisa Sadler

I once went to the figurative café where I ordered chicken for you as I was saving your bacon before they gave you a knuckle sandwich.

In a way I felt sorry for you as the chips were down in your corner and you had gone bananas over smelling like hot cakes and because I didn’t want to be your eye candy.

Now it’s time for you to take the biscuit with coffee of course as you were in a pickle over a pinch of salt and your bread and butter.

As we began to leave the Figurative Café I ordered you a small beer as you were angry about your split milk and you would’ve felt guilty over ordering the last of the summer wine but you need to remember this;

when life gives you lemons, make lemonade before you run out of juice.