I Can'T Have My Cake and Eat It
I CAN’T HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT
Seated at table one warm summer day
Feeling the muse about me play
Was reading out my poems to wife
Thought she was just about rapt for life
Little I knew I was being misled
She was guided by stomach not head
She smiled and nodded at every syllable
And I focused on nuances as much as was able
I wasn’t watching her scoff the cake
Didn’t know she would last piece take
After last verse with shock I was numb
She hadn’t even left me a single crumb
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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