Home Maid
Whether from a Sunday roast
Or jar of marmalade
The smells that she referred to
Could only mean home made
Then smiling she looked up to him and said
I want to be your daily bread
Thickly sliced and buttered
Made just for you
Oh' my love how I want you
To be my home maid too
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Author:
Neville (
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Well if that don't take the biscuit? May she long provide the yeast which makes your bread rise. The cherry on your cake, the sherry which makes your trifle and of course the stuffing of a sunday bird.
Ha.. very good DA.. many thanks for that and for the ensuing smile ya gave me..
A perfect helping of contented home- made (maid) and its double meaning Nev. - - - thanking you muchly for such yummy romantics which not only gave me a smile but lightened this rather cloudy-dull weekend..............Fay
pleased to be of service my lady...… and thank you too.....
Neville
The glory of being together is cooking in your fine words Neville.
Andy
why thank you ever so kindly sir.. I shall go tell the missus a little golden bird told me that...
Neville
A fine write Neville. Should I meet her? She don't seem so swoony as some of the lases in poems on here. lol.
Ah' but she moves like a tiger on Vaseline Orchidee.. .. just let me know and I will try and arrange something … Happy Sunday's eh....
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