Food glorious food
That passion for survival
Constant love affair
What's the sweetest thing
That your lover says to you?
"I could eat you up"
Way to a mans's heart
Is through his stomach of course
The rest will follow
"Let's sandwich in here"
As he finds a cosy nook
And as for dumpling!
But does he love you?
If he calls you his lamb chop
He certainly does!
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How true that the way to a man's heart goes through his stomach :D beautifully executed!
ReplyDeleteI smile as I read your poem.
ReplyDeleteGeetashree
This is sweet, Robin!
ReplyDeleteSigh, I don't think I have ever been called a lamb chop! Smiles. But isn't it interesting how many of our expressions of endearment have to do with food.
ReplyDeleteHahaha. Sandwiching in is my favorite part.
ReplyDeletelamb chop!!!! That would be a first!!
ReplyDeletehi old egg
ReplyDeleteyour poem as also glorious
good luck!
Pretty!..thoughtful too!
ReplyDeleteso sweet...i specially like the sandwiching and lamb chop portion..devouring love indeed :D
ReplyDeleteWhat a pickle of a poet you are! A feast of word play..and just the right sprinkling of sauce
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ReplyDeleteMon petite chou...
Grand poetry Robin
Old Egg, your poem's title, reminded me, of the 1970 musical, "Oliver", with the song; "Food, Glorious Food". Thanks, for reminding me, of this forgotten memory. But, honestly, "lamb chop"? :)
ReplyDeleteThe parallels between being with the person we love and enjoying a sumptuous meal are common themes in our poems, Robin!
ReplyDeleteWell-penned...