Oh, Silo Mio…
Written just for you
By The Q.O.E.
December 4, 2021
There’s been a death in Coventry,
Where Celebration thrived:
The Queen of Greene and Haute Cuisine
Completely burned alive.
There weddings were solemnified,
Good friends met up with friends,
Last week we learnt the Silo burnt…
And thus a legend ends.
Or, maybe not….
The Kurz regime still lives, it seems,
Though Fate severely bashes…
Ah! Love and Dreams breed noble schemes,
From embers in the ashes.
A Mom and Dad with all they had
Began on hope and wishes
A friendly bar, a tipping jar,
And food that was delicious.
“No one will come!” Nay-sayers whined,
It was a tad remote:
But, never mind! When wined and dined,
It’s, “Honey, grab your coat!”
Though youngsters may not know it,
It burned long years ago:
Took grit and cash, but from the ash,
A larger one did grow.
The son took up the Silo’s reins,
He donned a chef’s chapeau…
His comic jibes and friendly vibes
Made this the place to go!
Service was a specialty…
Familiar, friendly faces
Would just appear, year after year,
In all of Silo’s spaces.
Weddings, anniversaries,
Proms and special dinners:
Whate’er you wish in glass or dish,
And everyone a winner!
Yet history does repeat itself,
Those hungry flames returned…
Some tiny spark lit up the dark,
Oh! How the Silo burned!
Sunday dawned on broken hearts,
On shock and shattered dreams:
Our gathering place? Just empty space…
A smoking grave, or so it seemed.
Now, the mourning must subside…
With “what it is” we cope:
That past has died can’t be denied,
Yet there is also Hope.
There’s been a death in Coventry:
Despite all circumspection…
When smoke has cleared, we well may hear
There’ll be a resurrection.