The Platter Clean
My husband likes to cook and that’s
A lucky thing for me
For I am the recipient
Of his gastronomy.
He hardly tastes what he prepares.
His culinary skills
Are aimed to please my palate;
It’s my belly that he fills.
Like Jack Sprat and his wife, we are,
Without the fat and lean.
He cooks, I eat, he clears, I wash –
Our dinnertime routine.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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