When at my mirrored-belly I look,
I remember what my wife does cook.
Or should I have said “does bake”?
Like each pie, croissant, and cake!
I used to be a slim, handsome guy,
but the “slim” part gave in ….to pie.
I’m still quite handsome. Goodness sake.
Pass me another slice ………of that cake!
(March 20, 2015)
You're not eating enough of that humble pie, you handsome chap. Thanks for taking up the challenge. Ha ha. Was expecting something a little more sensitive/sentimental than your hankering for food. That's love I suppose. Enjoyed the humour Bri.
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What could be better than fresh pie or cake. I would rather remember those good old days of my home made goodies!