The Food Of Love

Poem By Ernestine Northover

What would you like for supper,
Some steak, with chips and peas,
Maybe, a nice brewed cuppa,
Or me, with lips that please.

You could have something spicy,
Like a curry or sweet and sour,
But these can be a bit spicy
And not good, at this late hour.

Perhaps a glass of beer, or shandy,
Or a brandy to fill the gap,
But, of course, that might make you randy,
Hey! Have that as your nightcap!

There's me, I'm sweet and slender,
And tender like the steak,
And if you put me in a blender,
A fantastic meal, I'd make.

There's food enough for your pleasure,
So don't say you aren't well fed,
When you start to realise I'm a treasure,
You could have 'hot crumpet' in your bed!

© Ernestine Northover

Comments about The Food Of Love

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I have to rewrite the poem about fooooood but it needs pudding
Delightful Ernestine, an offer too good to refuse. Hugs 'n' nice things, Jerry
A delicious fare set for the poets pallet, well done, Love duncan
This made me hungry for love :) good work


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