I gaze into her depths,
Plucking macaroni from her teeth.
Cast aside my glacé to be down and by her side.
Her breath comes wan and shallow,
Coffee, mint and mallow,
A moment’s hesitation and I’m astride.
Abreast a breast so silken,
As she chokes to death on chicken,
A fist, side on, or flat, come quick decide.
Her lips matching eyes blue,
She’ll soon be done so you,
Need save that light that burns so bright inside.
Cough, choke, spew on me,
But I’ve saved your life you see,
Forgive my own coffee mint and mallow.
‘Tis not the food,’ gasps she,
‘but your bad breath that did me.’
She politely means I reek, but shyly so.
Hurt but hero too,
I watch her stagger to the loo,
And three more times I hears her insides throw.
The moral here is clear,
When you dine with one so dear,
Don’t eat the double garlic roasted Sparrow.