On Valentine’s the one part of my life I don’t feel like having to say a special “I love you” to is Mrs G. We have this unwritten agreement that we like each other a lot, and she will tell me that she loves me to which I have only one reply.
So rather than upsetting her Shakespearephilia and attempting to write sonnets extolling her many virtues I’m going to attempt poetry (which is always a dangerous style for me to try) declaring my love for other items that get my blood racing (and it may also raise the blood pressure of those who love and cherish poetry).
Things what I love – A collection.
Bacon is lovely, it sizzles in the pan,
I eat 20 rashers to prove I am a man,
I have it every meal, I eat it when I can,
I love bacon, I am it’s biggest fan.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
These are colours of flowers,
It’s unlikely she’s interested in you.
The is an app on my phone,
I have to use it when I’m alone,
And unfamiliar with the land,
I have a map in my hand,
Then it helps me to get home.
Sentinel of the crease,
Eyes athunder, paces,
Release the cannonball,
Willow and leather,
Hearts beat, breath is held,
White clad custodian signals,
The fight continues.
the morning cuppa / it wakes me from my sleepiness / oh bitter hot caffiene
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”