The clouds were whiter than my frost iced cake!
For I had mixed the sugar up with dust.
My lover had arrived because I’d baked
But love was not my motive,it was lust!
The sky was bluer than my many moods
I half adored this monster of male pride
And if he needed me to give him food
Perhaps one day,I’d be his bonny bride
By happenstance he took severe offence
When I complained his language was too rude
Though I could say in his own self defence~
He suffered from his tendency to brood
Who should have free speech at any time?
The ones who send obscenities on line?
How my heart sings 