I gaze across the table
At your luscious breasts
I cannot catch your eye
I lick my lips
With anticipation
When I see your thigh
I think about the all
You have given to us
Did you dream about
The festive sacrifice
That was to be your calling
Of holly and mistletoe
That you would never know
I knew that we would meat
That fateful day in Lidl
When I gazed down upon you
In your icy bed
But how best to complement you
Once I have roused you
Mustard sprouts
Goose fat roast potatoes
Chateauneuf du Pap
YOU ARE READING
Observations of an Urban Poet
PoesíaObservations from Gritty the Urban Poet who could be any of us anywhere in any urban centre.
