Dinner For You, Baby,
my dear spouse came so early today
why was he so rapidest on the way?
he said to me:
guess, what you think I'll do this noon?
honey, I don't get the answer so soon
i think i think you wanna prepare our dinner?
do you think that love, I am a sinner
the menu is so delicious
but I may not eat, love,my stomach is weak so precious
why are you so early at home then?
baby, i'll prepare
a delicious meal
for you
like the priest
reading the menu,
enjoying watchingothers eat
but he himself does not eat,
he is constantly fasting
for me a true enjoyable dinner and evening
no greater feast than only consuming not cooking
my spouse knows too well
true love goes through a well cared stomach
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Long Weekend 25 Sept 2020
Good one for the M.O.T.H....man if the house. Spoil him
A delightful poem, Sylvia. So lovely to be pampered by your husband. He cooks and you enjoy the dinner! My grandmother used to say that the secret of happiness is through the stomach. This is true love and care. All five stars for this poem..... :)
'true love goes through a well cared stomach' - ha ha ha, loved it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your spouse is bust doctor and he is a nice person. Like a priest reads the verses he reads the menu. Amazing family life tied with affection is brought up ahead with amazing notion. Expressive poem is excellent one. Your spouse knows you very well. Thank you very much for penning this beautiful poem! ...5 stars..