Morocco by D.B

By D.B.

Carrots, onions, celery, potatoes, chickpeas, tomatoes, and you

What do they have in common?

They taste great and are good for me too

I'd chop them all up and stick ‘em in a stew

But of course I'd leave you out

For they are so many and you are so few

Some salt and pepper, oh so nice

Not for you just yet, perhaps when your age is thrice

Spices go in as fiery as us

Boil and bubble I'd let it rise and fall

While we toil our time away locked in a fairy-tale ball

Time's almost up, dinner is to be served

I finish the dish with some fresh kale

I watch it swirl and soften

Not unlike my heart before you, which had gone stale

We feast and feast! One-a gremlin two-a gremlin Your burp and I burp

We play a symphony, louder than cannons in the Kremlin

Although fat and happy, I betray my greed Searching the kitchen fruitlessly for something sweet

Finally my eyes land on what we both knew

I guess you'll just have to do