A poem on the theme of ‘Dinner with the Devil’
She was five and twenty and I was fifty eight!
I thought I’d hit the jackpot when she said she’d like a date.
Why was I attractive to a girl with looks to kill?
The answer was elusive till I came to pay the bill.
(Refrain) Brandy for the Barman, whiskey for the host,
Champagne for the lady, Chablis for the toast!
Carte blanche for the menu, order what you will,
But watch the wall, my darling, when the waiter brings the bill!
When the meal was over and the time had come to go
I asked her if we’d meet again. Her quick reply was ‘No’.
She told me she was happy having more than had her fill
Then off she went rejoicing leaving me to pay the bill. (Refrain)
Gentlemen, beware of girls with soft, beseeching eyes,
Be careful lest your pretty maid’s the devil in disguise!
Them that asks no questions must taste the bitter pill:
Have dinner with the devil and you’ll surely pay the bill. (Refrain)
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