Serve Succulent Mutton Poem by John Sensele

Friendship can taste so sweet
Whether entwined hearts tweet or meet
In efforts to reconcile and revitalise links
Sent from above in an atmosphere that thinks
Not of tears or fears but of hope
Hitched on a ladder on which a slope
Leans towards a future that builds
Nurtures, cajoles, caresses and shields
From hurt and soothes any pain
That inadvertently seemed vain
When a mouth uttered a word out of place
Not by design but because a surface
Consideration pressed the wrong button
Instead of serving to the apple of the eye succulent mutton.