For lunch, I ordered two.
“Two milkshakes, please?”
Said I to the waitress.
Then there were two glasses of milkshakes.
After dinner, I ordered two.
“Two cold beer, please?”
Said I to la bartendresse.
Then there were two tall glasses of beer.
As I got home, my voice echoed,
“Honey, I’m home.”
One big cloud of silence hit me.
Why two when I’m all alone now?