What's For Tea
"Beans for tea again!" he says,
"It's either that or eggy bread."
"We had that for dinner last night,
Now my stomach feels like lead.
.
My body's craving real food
Meat no bloody veg.
Something fried or roasted
Not nuked or dinged till dead."
.
"You married me for my looks,
Maybe even my prowess in bed."
"It sure as hell wasn't your cooking skills!
Though I've never been unfed.
.
Perhaps a burger or chinese,
Indian with naan bread!
But must I suffer another night,
Of you stinking out the bed?"
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a demented mind
PoetryCollection of poems in a variety of styles. Originally posted as an entry into The Attys
