The Lonely HousewifeA Poem by Subversive RealityLeg of lamb, roasting in her oven pan A simmer of sumptuous fat, Flour to scrape and deglaze with red wine vinegar
And wine she glugs Serves and glugs again Setting the table, Four places on best linen fabric, It's nearly ready, they're late
she reckons, beckons even the tardiest mate Out the oven pan, the leg rest © 2013 Subversive RealityAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSubversive RealityAboutHi, I'm a twenty-something bloke from the UK who recently started writing (January 2013). I decided to start writing to allow myself an additional way to channel my emotions, as I have been through so.. more..Writing
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