Hubby's Train Poem by Philo Yan
Hubby's Train
Hubby snores, a midnight train,
Left arm is giving me pain,
Eyes wide open, energy drain,
Can't fall asleep, I speak plain.
Fried chicken's to be blame,
High salt, High oil, the same.
In part I have to claim
I do feel a little shame,
Resistance futile, lame
Can't sleep, my hubby's train.
Cravings came, hard to resist.
We live to eat, what a twist.
Love of food so persist,
No use, give up resist.
Copyright Philo Yan September 10,2012
This was a good job of the brain. In future keep hubby's food quite plain.
Admirable! A well crafted write embedded with meaningful and touching words along with a very rich imagery! Short but powerful! 10+++ Your heart clearly spoke through this beautiful write! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo-New York City!
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Thanks Deepak Manchanda. Cravings came, hard to resist. We live to eat, what a twist. Love of food so persist, No use, could not resist. Romeo Della Valle for your generous and encouraging comments!