Poem: Dinner Date

“Normally, I’m what you might call a vegetarian”, she said over chicken nibbles, “but today I just don’t feel like it”, They were listening to Wings. He was eating steak, egg and chips, and as Linda McCartney warbled the pointless line a butter pie? from one of Paul’s silly songs, this one not a love song, he couldn’t resist at a joke. “Hey”, he said, “…