Poem 505 – Sunday Evening

An evening out
With my best friend
A Sunday roast
With idle chat
A glass of red
Obligatory pud
Home for coffee
In time for bed

Our son’s had friends around for dinner, a perfect excuse to make ourselves scarce and to enjoy our own.
(04.05.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Roppo Baker on Unsplash

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