Girlfriends Out For Breakfast at Tiffiny’s With Cell Phones
We have no lives, live on our screens
One day we hope we shall be weaned.
Our kids aren’t up, we’re eating out,
Let’s hope they don’t interrupt with Tweets and shouts.
Tap tap tap our fingers fly,
Sending electrons across the sky.
Ching-jinka-jing our smart phones ring,
Kids are up, and about! Let’s eat up fast & get on out!
Dip my bacon in s’uth’n gravy, better chow here than home (or in the navy).
Hurry hurry, clean our plates, gotta get back to our maternal fate.
[Portage, March 19, 2017]