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This is based on a true story told to me by an old friend who lives in Holland. It just goes to show how some women give the rest of us a bad name! If the 'lady' in question is out there reading this then I make no apologies. You know who you are!

Going Dutch

He met her at the airport
He greeted her with flowers
He took her to The National Park
Where they cycled round for hours
He showed her Van Gogh’s paintings
In the Kroller Muller Museum
He thought that she’d be glad that
He had taken her to see ‘em
The Mondriaans were next on his list
At the Municipal Art Deco Gallery
This romantic break so far had
Cost him this month’s salary
But yet more treats he had in store
As he took her for yet another drive
In his chauffeur driven car
He took her to an orchestral concert
Then wined and dined her well
In sumptuous surroundings
What a tale she’d have to tell
To round off the occasion
He showed her lots of flowers
At Leiden University Gardens
Where they spent a couple of hours
Before taking her to the airport
To say their fond goodbyes
She said that she’d enjoyed it
She’d tears in both eyes
She said she wanted to repay him
For the generosity he’d displayed
She reached into her holdall
And pulled out two jars of marmalade
She thanked him so profusely
She thanked him very much
She said that in this modern age
She believed in going Dutch

©Marian Barker

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