discoveredinalj | May 28th, Discovered in 30 Days and 30 Nights: Breakfast

Warning: really not a poem!

"Bad for your ticker," he grumbles,
Chomping his muesli and slurping his milk,
Rolling his eyes at my full English breakfast,
Eggs and fried slice and the rashers all crispy
Sizzling sausage (just you belt up, missus!)
Marmalade toast thickly buttered
Washed down with a sugary cuppa.

He's good for my ticker,
Beating aware of him
Watching my back as we slog through the day.
(Hope we live till tonight!)

I think of the heat of him,
Hard morning thrust of him,
Affectionate rasp of his unshaven chin.

Breakfast's a happy gut memory.
My heart is replete all day long.

Title: Breakfast
Author: The Hag
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