She plays Billy Bragg
because she knows I like him.
I have to be sneaky
to pay for her coffee;
she responds by shouting me
organic ice cream.
I sleep a cosy eight hours
in her guest bed,
cuddling the toy wombat
she left on the pillow.
Her gifts to you generate another gift - your poem.
ReplyDeleteI got a big hug and kiss for it. :)
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