Just a Mo

I don’t want to walk to the front room Can I have my dinner on a tray? I wept inside for he could hardly eat So thin I thought his backbone might well break I’ll get you a small table, honeybun Just a mo, I’ll put the oven on I want a steak ,he called another day If he could eat it I would be God’s prey I can’t chew it, pet, my stomach’s full The fluid from the blood, I knew it well The valve is furred, his blood is being pushed back Fills his inner organs swells and racks I was almost paralysed and stunned Putting him to bed was quite a pun Then he woke up from a little sleep Spoke to me in words so clear and sweet You have a personality so bright, The sun must envy you your brilliant light After that he scarcely used his words We did not need to speak, it wa