She set her sights on the fine young lad
Said "I know how to make him mine."
Took out her recipes and she cooked
All sorts of foods most divine!
She sent cookies up to his office
Sugar and oatmeal-raisin
On the tray was her telephone number
Oh my! but the girl was brazen!
He asked her out for that Friday
A movie, dinner, and dancing
She accepted demurely but devised impurely
More gastronomic romancing.
She brought him lunches to work every weekday
Sandwiches, salads, and treats
Muffins and cupcakes, hoagies and cheesesteaks
No dish was too great a feat.
He fell for her just as she'd planned it
They married one day the next spring
He kept eating her chow and came time for the vow
With his finger too fat for the ring!
They were the perfect of couples
She baked him all flavors of pies
He ate all her food and she fed him real good
But all that he fed her were lies.
The best way to man's heart's through his stomach
She'd followed those words to her best
But when she found out he was cheating on her
Then she shot him straight through the chest!
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| image by lolita-art at deviantart.com submitted for Poetry Potluck: Food, Drink, and Indulgence also for Poetry Potluck: Lies, Deception, and Misrepresentation |
