When I Ate Your Sweet Heart

Continuing the Narrowboat Wife Poetry Week, here is the second poem, which follows on from Monday's poem: Your Mind.

(It's funnier if you read the other poem first.)

When I ate your sweet heart

 

When I ate your sweet heart

I spat it disgusted

It was broken and twisted

And tasted like mustard

And so I repaired it

With patience and kisses

Now it’s shiny and new

For your shiny new missus

And mine is more bitter

Than a triple espresso

So now i watch my sweet tooth

And I watch what I swallow.

(c) Peggy Melmoth