poem: Dear Liza

Dear Liza

 

It’s the child of Tate and Roshi, its

Her dream and close enough to his: the pub

He thought about for years; and then came Rosh!

She’s managed several restaurants, and dreamed

Of one to call her own.  A builder, Tate

Has many skills to help create a brand

New spot beneath a fine apartment block.

He made the chairs and tables, oversaw

The larger jobs as Rosh described her plans:

A sharp and slick and groovy eating house

On Brighton Road St Kilda, now it’s up

And running well despite tough pregnancy

And birth.  The greenfield site meant lots of work

And dollars, managed well, and now it thrives,

With tasty ribs and yummy salads, ice

Cream hand-made by the boss.  We love the holes

And buckets, Liza Dear, and pretty Brits

Attending tables.  Risky game it is,

With lots of other eating houses; this

One’s special, though, deserves to star.  Review

In Epicure has said just that, a fine

And free promotion.  Liza, bring it on!

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