No Deserving 'Yummy' Or a Trace of Yum-Yum Laced
I will be very brief with this.
There is no 'yum'
That comes...
Without a taste for it!
And no deserving 'yummy'.
Or a trace of yum-yum laced.
If my tongue is not satisfied...
The expression in my eyes,
Will not lie.
And remember...
We did just say grace.
And I do appreciate,
Whatever this is you put on my plate!
However...
If my lips are not split,
To bare teeth not gritting.
I am either seeking to spit!
Or trying to find the words...
To encourage another visit.
But let me help you next time.
I'll do the cooking...
While you prepare the cheese and wine.
Basically I like you!
But not everything done you do!
What is it you are calling this?
'Love at Less The Task'
I see.
And if I should suggest 'Aftermath'...
Will you speak to me again?
It's not a total disaster.
We still have lots of wine!
Honey?
You did turn on the oven,
Right?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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