I came home early
Sally was in the kitchen
And called out "I'm here"
"What are you doing?"
Finding her stood at the stove
Brushing hair from face
She is beautiful
Wooden spoon in hand ready
But accepts a kiss
I look at the pot
"It's carrot and ginger soup"
She says happily
I do love my wife
She satisfies all my needs
I hunger for her
Illustration and recipe found at www.taste.com.au but Sally is not available
The weather had changed and the halcyon days of summer were over and the beaches slowly emptied of holiday-makers day by day.
Tom had lived here for many years and he eyed every visiting family that he saw for the girl of his dreams; a stranger from out of town, cute, fresh, vibrant and with an eye for a local boy like him...but it never happened.
Soon the the weather would get colder and the beaches would be deserted and the stalls would close their shutters for the winter and the sea would rage and the skies would storm and only the brave would hurriedly walk the promenade rugged up against the cold and quickly return home for a hot drink.
So Tom walked slowly along the beach thinking of little when he saw a figure in front of him squatting down at the shore line fossicking among the sand and the shingle.
"Hi Tom," she said looking up at him her face grinning for they were both in the same class at school but didn't talk much unless they had to.
Suddenly a change came over Tom as he looked at Penny for the first time with new eyes as she looked so different, so beautiful that he was swept off his feet with astonishment that this stunning girl was in front of him and had been all along.
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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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I am imperfect
That's because I am a man
Thus doomed from the start
We're from Mars of course
So we use lame excuses
That show on our face
Those girls from Venus
Will use their womanly wiles
We're gullible fools
Always so wary
Of that harrowing look
Spelling out our doom
We know not the rules
Whether springtime or in fall
The male's dilemma
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Image 2 found at www.sarracenia.com
Loneliness is my friend
Who can argue with that?
Not always been that way
There was another time
Gladly kissing in twilight
Those delicate moments
Grazing on each other
Fingers curling tufts of hair
Laughing, munching one apple
Wet bodies in the sea
Ripples of tenderness
Gentle touches on the wrist
Gladly promising lies
Such soft sweet words are said
That one black day will break
The others poor sad heart
Yes, I remember then
The sky finally falls
For there is no heaven
For those that lost their love
Loneliness is their friend
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My days are numbered
Time's hands whirl round the clock's dial
Soon I will be dust
This gives me some pause
Have the angels too read my words?
A slap on the wrist
Don't fancy the cold
Nor even the fires of hell
Much like "Down Under"
And when I have left
Just who will remember me?
After my last gasps
That's the snare of life
My loss is another's gain
Food for their table
Please read nothing in this as my brain is merely responding to the Whirl's prompt words
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I have two sisters
Holly and Ivy their names
No brothers have I
But I have red hair
So I am called carrot top
But I can't see why
I have freckles too
The girls are peaches and cream
I'm the ginger nut
Sue across the road
Holds hands as we walk to school
They are soft and warm
Her brother is Ted
We are the awesome threesome
We have so much fun
Ted likes our Holly
But is scared she is prickly
So won't ask her out
Ivy likes him though
She may be a bit clingy
Which makes him wary
Just what's in a name?
Sue colors up when we meet
I really like that
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