BON APPETITTA Poem by Alfred KukitzyummyBon Appetitt You walked on me like I was meatballs, Amid the noddles I saw your slurping technique, A dribble of sauce landed on your nose I almost laughed but my feet lost control, We dinned that night on gas & burps from both ends of tomorrow, You never told me lactose of cheese was swimming in your soul. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
|
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
|