Tea or Coffee

She pushed her trolley nosily

Her hips in sync with teacups

She pushed her trolley nosily

Her hips in sync with the teacups

As they cranked with each movement

Her brown skirt enough to make three of mine

reminded me of old mother Hubbard

Her dull brown hat did little to cover her woolly black hair

Her voice interrupted my thoughts

With the only words ever said

Tea or coffee?

Coffee, black! I responded in a monotone

The routine to be repeated tomorrow

Chizzy Odilinye

Chizzy Odilinye is a chemical engineer who is driven to challenge status quo and add value everywhere she goes. Her pleasures are photography, chess and cooking.

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