Open Poetry #49 |
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Domestic bliss |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England ![]() |
Domestic bliss Damn she said As the oven emitted smoke The roast lamb now a burnt offering To the Gods of married bliss How had it got to this She thought The toil and drudgery Another day gone And there he sat Chewing on the lamb A rabid dog no better As he wiped his greasy chin And then relax for some His pot belly TV bound And then to bed Feigning sleep until the snores begin. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Ouch, Michael, poor woman! Was it not she who was feigning sleep? ![]() |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Oh yes, the very same |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Haven't had lamb in a while - do enjoy though. Like beef - getting far to expensive. Sympathy here... I love Zombie novels --- My wife snores - she often sounds like one, I wear earplugs and sleep with one eye open. hee, hee. j. |
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