A Recipe for Lemon Meringues

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By Hannah-Kate Ní Shioradáin

I know who I am. Make no mistake. I wouldn’t trade an ounce of me for a slice of chocolate cake. But I would sell my soul For your meringues, cracked or whole And to lie with you while they melt On my tongue and I’ll loosen my belt As you reach your hand into my pants And to your bra I advance

And as I reach the clasp, You let out a gasp!

Someone has unlocked the door And in come your kids and that bore Steve, your ex-husband, Not expecting the sight before him Two women and a meringue Strewn across the sofa, about to bang Everyone’s mouth is agape Perhaps they were expecting cake

The kids run off screaming But Steve is beaming His favourite fantasy Playing out on his old settee. “Oh now this explains it all”, he said “Years of misery and separate beds”

Joanne sighed and rolled her eyes “Sure, it wasn’t the cheating or the lies?”

“But Joanne you were never keen I see now you like to flick the bean” And Joanne said

“Steve, you’re an arsehole.”

As the argument ensued I retrieved my belt and shoes And as I was about to leave I took something with me. I reached the gate And I shouted back “I’ll return the plate” And so I dashed and dined With the meringues, now mine

A recipe for lemon meringues; the zest of life.