Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in April 2012
The little café is across the street
It's not too far so use your feet
Service with a smile is what they say
They won’t mind so stay all day
Make yourself at home bring a book or your phone
Once you're there you won't want to come home
They serve Breakfast, lunch and even tea
Brilliant views right near the sea
Outside seating for that summer breeze
once you see their cakes you will be begging on your knees
So when you think about the little café
Remember that smile because that's what they say!
Holly Jones
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