O treacle pudding, let me be your spoon, O let me be your currant, honey-bun, O crispy bacon, wrap around this prune, Drying tomato, let me be your sun; O veggie-burger, let me be your bean, O honey, let me be the way you run, O salad-dressing, let me be your green – O […]
That Romeo must age is true
As Caro snores I ease away the flatulence of yesterday hands crossed upon my chest, and muse on anything I care to choose unless, preoccupied, I find I muse upon what’s on my mind. * The goodnight chat and morning kiss contribute much to married bliss: where once was giddy passion, now through heart to […]
What is it, this feeling that
A Full Year. Only one way to celebrate, of course,