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'A COFFEE' you said. 'Of course, sir!'
And you lurched off down the train.
I huddled dry-lipped in my corner -
But you didn't return again.
'A coffee' you said. 'A pleasure!'
Your manner was most polite
As you hurried away on your mission -
But you never came back that night.
'A coffee' you said. 'At once, sir!'
And you bowed as you closed the door,
And you went on your errand of mercy -
And you never came back no more.
And although it's a week last Wednesday
Since my stomach and I were caught,
I still feel a raw little ache there
For the coffee you never brought.
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