Poetry Blogs (2021, brown bread)

she's a great cook to be fair,

puts fine grub on the table,

sees me eat up with gusto

as best as my belly is able

she has a bread-maker now,

flour and yeast and pastry,

I must mind my waistline,

dont gobble it up too hasty

upset she is at what I leave,

fat gander getting force-fed,

guts so leaden and swollen

I'm no longer good in bed

obesity roost...

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