The lovely ladies,
Are enjoying themselves,
Having brunch,
Upon their veranda,

Their golden,
and brunnette hair stretches,
With their love,
Into the noonday sun,
And they are feeding themselves,
Strawberries,
And mangos from the vineyard,

Its autumn,
and theyre,
in their comfy sweater dresses,
Cherry berets,
And thigh high boots,
Keeping themselves,
and their love warm,

The golden haired lady,
Sighs,
Did you bring the croissants,
The ones we got from the jazz cafe,

The exotic brunnette,
hums,
Sweetie,
they are sweet and savory,
Just like you,
She feeds her,
another brunch strawberry,
And kisses,
her sweetly,
Upon her warm,
buttery croissant lips,

The golden haired ladys,
Love for her,
Is warm as the brunch sun,
And theyre having fun,
Nurturing their love,
Feeding themselves,
Strawberries,
Mangos,
And croissants
Reynaldo Casison