The hunger
One early eve my love did visit into my humble homeand took her seat beside me like a queen upon her throne
I asked her if she'd eaten and she told me not a bite
to see my love so deeply famished did give me such a fright
and so I offered unto her soup, salad and bread
all victuals I could offer her but she didst turn her head
and in my heart I felt the same, a decision I could not make
yet still the hunger crept up and so my stomach did ache
Whilst pondering this hard conundrum I made my love a drink
to soothe her passive musings and to give me time to think
yet even after sips of coffee and tea to tingle the tongue
We could not find food in my home so out the door we sprung
Out into town we wandered far to seek our comfort clear
and smelling sweet sensations we knew the source to be near
into a bakery we both stolled and made our intentions known
it's meat we want, juicy and sweet, straight off the bone
and to this meat we'll add some veg and a yorkshire pud
then bathe it all in gravy oh that would be so good!
with spoonfuls of apple sauce to tantalise our taste
and home we'll go with our prize with the upmost haste
so we did and so we have, eaten now our fill
and happily we lie together, sleepful and still.
Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-02-04 at 14:15
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