Heart Failure

My valentine suggested wine I bought the best champagne Then after making love we dined On Chocolate Frangipane. Why don’t we do this every night? She cooed after our frolics So, now we do and that is why We’re toothless alcoholics.

Over, Lord

I bade my love compose an ode To prove her heart was true Reciting To Him All Is Owed She blushed the whole way through I bade my love prepare a feast Befitting of her lord She cooked for me the finest beast Her dowry would afford I bade my love take out a boat … Continue reading Over, Lord