Tuesday, January 28, 2020
January 26, 2020
“Chips or chocolate? That is the only option”
Over the Bay of Biscay
In an airbus 321 to Lisbon,
The air crew push their trolleys
Down the minuscule aisles.
Our three stewardesses have
Long dark pony-tails.
Matching Portuguese Air Uniforms
Are edged with poppy-red or lime-green piping
On their black vests, skirts
And ironed white shirts.
With gleaming perfect white smiles.
They tell us:
“Chips or Chocolate?
That is the only option.”
Most of us choose chips;
Plump black air-filled bags
With golden calligraphy,
“Gourmet Lays Chips”.
We tear the bags noisily
And crunch down the greasy morsels.
Clinking our plastic glasses of red wine
Adds an air of gentile decadence.
When Jim tells our winking waitress
That I am writing a poem about
“Chips or Chocolate”
She bring us more chips, more wine,
Tiny toffee nut squares,
And four “salame de chocolate”,
A delicious salami like slice
Of white cake and dark chocolate.
We are the cute old couple;
Me scribbling and Jim flirting.
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