How To Make Love - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
I don't know what went wrong?
I followed the recipe to a tee
(exactly...that's just me)
even down to a pinch
of this a pinch of that
but just look
at the mess I've made of it all
The instructions made it
seem so easy!
The glorious photo in full colour
looked so appetising!
Now...I am not
hungry no more!
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