Natalie Evans


Berries For Bradley


the berries are ripe
this time of year
and I'll buy in crates
mash and place
upon your plate
some fresh strawberries
to go with the cake
I made last night
when you were here
you sat on the couch
drinking a beer
told me I'm worthless
and that I can't cook
so I mashed up those berries
with my bloody foot
that I hadn't washed
for several days
only to serve you
the best shortcake

ever

Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014
Edited: Monday, October 27, 2014

Topic(s): humorous


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The old bloke never let me eat in the living room.

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