Heart
The way to a man’s heart is easy to do
Just feed him some coddle or Irish stew
If you go missing his stomach will growl
He will think he has committed a foul
When you come home, he be nice as pie
His stomach and heart are not for apart
He will wait for smells to fill the kitchen
Then he will sit like a little kitten
His eyes all groggily thinking of you
The one and only that fed him the stew
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2019
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