Posted in Denmark, Prose

At Olgas

800 meters to the Ferry Terminal
Last stop for Ice Cream,
I was a sucker for an Ice Cream
Olga was like a dream woman for me
I wondered, if Olga had sold me the Ice Cream?
or, was she just observing me
tempting me with her double scoop dish?
I can’t wait, until I chance upon Olgas again
Just 800 meters from the Ferry Terminal…



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