Guess?
By
Philippa Timms
As I walk through the door
From a hard days work
I'm asked a simple question.
Guess....
Guess what I ask?
Guess who's coming to dinner?
For a split second
My mind contemplates
Just who it could be...
Some one connected with the Seaview?
I dream.....
Could it be Admiral Harriman Nelson?
Captain Lee Crane?
I have such high hopes!
I panic for a split second
Just what would I serve?
For guests such as these
Who was coming to dinner?
If it was Admiral Nelson
Should I include a fish dish?
Could turn out I was serving up an old friend
Was it Captain Lee Crane?
Should it be a short meal?
In case he's called back to his first love
Seaview
I may wish him to stay longer
However I never win over his love for Seaview
German foods definitely out
Or I could be inviting another sub Captain to my table!
Was it Seaman Riley?
Californian food?
Sea, sand, surf
A moonlit sky
A surfer's dictionary
So at least I'll know
Just what he's on about man!
I've heard about Seaman Kowalski
Let's just scrap the dinner
Give him a cold shower
Or me if I don't go back
To reality...
Guess...
I was asked
I love guessing
But then of course
It's back to reality...
And I was dreaming so much
I missed the answer
To that question
Just who is coming to dinner?
I wonder did I hear the name
Chip Morton?