London days

We went to a restaurant where the waiter spoke in rhyme.

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we went to a restaurant where the waiter spoke in rhyme
did he love me i do not know
he ordered chicken curry i the beef stroganov
he choked on the chicken perhaps a bone in the throat
i ordered butter for him he looked rather blue
i took him in my arms he was not happy
we went to his place it was so dark and slummy
i took him to bed i held him so tight
he slept without thinking it rolled off the table
the apple lay on the floor it had there fallen
what was the secret the no not any more