Dimensionally Challenged


They met before he became
dimensionally adventurous,
when he had that
lean and hungry look
to match a healthy overdraft.

Haute cuisine was
cheap red wine
and bolognaise,
too poor for parmesan.
Potage du jour
partaken with
abandoned thriftiness.

The taste of love
was in the air,
as lips kissed
on long spaghetti trails,
and sparrows fed on crumbs
thrown from sparsely
furnished rooms.

But as his girth spread,
love declined.
freely sprinkled parmesan
lost allure.
Château Neuf du Pape,
may have a pleasing
bouquet, but
the smell of love
now hangs rank
upon the air.

©EMG05



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-19 at 20:52

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well, well, first i go to you least comented texts, i like it while listening to Material Girl from Madonna, what a coincidence
2010-04-04


Brian Oarr
I love anything with chateau neuf de pape :-) --- Pasta though can be the undoing of us all.

Brian
2010-03-19