Sister Darling, of
The Rarefied Church of the World (reformed),
Will arrive
On the Sunday tide,
To help me on the way
To Heaven.
So, I will prepare,
And let simmer,
A rip-roaring
Pot o’ stew,
To warm her up,
(As she warms me)..
Turnips & parsnips,
Carrots & potatoes,
Onions & garlic & a trove
Of seasonings.
All to augment,
And enhance,
The liberal chunks
Of venison.
It will simmer overnight
Much as will I.
She will bring bread,
And pastries,
And a jug of red wine,
Though she is more than welcome
If she arrives
Empty handed.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2022 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL