Wednesday 1 August 2012

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

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