my husband, my lover
the man i hold dear...
you know the one
the sports zombie
who dress's so fine.
sauntered out to the back
deck and asked
"beer or wine"
as he is the chef of,
this evenings decline.
now, here is the conundrum
that often,plagues my mind.
wine, tonight, is not really, my palates delight
but beer, tho tasty and thirst quenching,
expands my quarters hind
and leads to wrenching and
writhing in midweek training or at least coniving
of how to be released from
exercise captivity
which way to go,
a cheeky pinot griggio
or a robust boutique beer.
which way, crisp chardonay
or mango ,belgium wheat,
micro-brewed pilsner.
oh, for the days
of the cask or the
slab of vic bitter.
when the biggest
problem was how
to drink fast enough,
to gather a blast.
the man mountain,
has become impatient.
....now i need to
make a decision.
so,with a women's precision,
i state with a smile,
wide and then wider.
"i'll have one of those
apple-pear ciders"
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
my husband, my lover
the man i hold dear...
you know the one
the sports zombie
who dress's so fine.
sauntered out to the back
deck and asked
"beer or wine"
as he is the chef of,
this evenings decline.
now, here is the conundrum
that often,plagues my mind.
wine, tonight, is not really, my palates delight
but beer, tho tasty and thirst quenching,
expands my quarters hind
and leads to wrenching and
writhing in midweek training or at least coniving
of how to be released from
exercise captivity
which way to go,
a cheeky pinot griggio
or a robust boutique beer.
which way, crisp chardonay
or mango ,belgium wheat,
micro-brewed pilsner.
oh, for the days
of the cask or the
slab of vic bitter.
when the biggest
problem was how
to drink fast enough,
to gather a blast.
the man mountain,
has become impatient.
....now i need to
make a decision.
so,with a women's precision,
i state with a smile,
wide and then wider.
"i'll have one of those
apple-pear ciders"
naprowrimo day eleven
prompt write a poem of wine and love
i really struggled with this one not sure why
but this is what you get.
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