Apple Dumplings

Sitting alone always at home I stare out of the window I play in the kitchen...play like a witch when I think of you missing The true nature ...are you now kissing Are you demure missing me as I am listening Cutting the fruit...peeling and slicing when do we do the things that we were so splendidly dicing How do you think that I make such wonderful treats They appear in my mind I sit here and perform my feat The death of your torture I wonder when you are so turned That you come home to dinner best...hot served I am the dame, the despondent the best wife Hush now, I silence you with a kiss, I strive... be the best I can be Best at making this pie Making amends Making men cry Laugh out loud em-pathetically sound I think of the truth that you've set to me you lout I know you think of me I think of you also Do come home soon I must sleep and force you Into submission upon my command You sit at the table Not eat where you stand... you Deserve best and This I give you and then Learn to respect me...for you are a man.