Open Poetry #47 |
I cooked her lunch |
AlCowie Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 92London, UK |
I cooked her lunch Preparing a feast from a great pumpkin beast, An October day gay Sunday lunch. Table linen is creased; or it would be at least If I didn't have just a small hunch That this girl - can't eat yeast, who lives London north east And prefers to do sports that go crunch - Might have a second thought, after our small cavort, And decided that I'm a poor bet. Now to that I'd retort that that fun piece of sport, Whilst too soon 'cos we'd only just met Allowed sense to get caught in a cradle that's wrought Out of passion and joy, not regret. What I'm trying to say, in a roundabout way, Is that I'd like to see you again. So if you are ok with a man going grey But is also a king amongst men Then our fine feast today may just lead, yes it may, To the thought not of if, but of when... |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
What did you say you had for desert? Lori |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Sports that go "crunch"... lol Hope you get that dessert. Michael |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
nothing wrong with going grey, my friend...I've a friend who was well into grey when he was 25...now he's totally bald and wishing he was grey! hope the "when" comes soon...enjoyed j. |
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