Jerry 'tis Supper Time Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Where are you?
I'm nibbling on my toe.

Everyone knows my foe
that keeps me being this doe,
that is at the well of yore.

Till it dries my thirst
says I'll be here.

Terry, as my wife, you
know this poetic truth
taught to me by this Zoe
who sings at the bar.

Come home I'm making sushi.
Be it gushi or pushy, it does
not rhyme with Zoe, let alone
sound like her tunes.

Jerry, this Zoe doe is your lif
gone amuck. Your mid life crisis.
Jesu Kristos knows you are sick




















That keeps looking doe