Friday, 30 March 2012

Love Poem for my Wife.

Sweet Wife,
You killed the titanic wasp
It blew me from the kitchen
With a buzz of harpy wings
Like Circe, you cast a spell of doom
By our fridge (plentiful with food)
Your spellbook, a cheap romance novel
Transforming wasp to dirty smudge
Wiped away, and placed in the bin
Atop the smoked bacon (gone off.)
I love you.

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