I was toodling around the house the other day when a voice in the ether said, “My love for you is pigeon-toed and like a marmite sandwich.” Thus, the following *poem:
The Goddess’ Love
“My love for you is pigeon-toed
and like a marmite sandwich,”
the goddess smiled and told me.
“Well, I’m relieved,” I said.
“I was worried it was normal.”
We toasted our robust health
as winter closed in around us
like a blue, kind-hearted fist.
*when I posted this yesterday, I neglected to add a title. Shame on me.
