My Boss and her Homelife

Sarah's cookery tickles Danny's thairm
To the paunch and gulp
Of viandes and of Veg.
His prior disdain for giblets
And for sprouts dissolved;
And he asks for mustard too.

She smoked fags as she watched him,
Carving the cookered grime from her nails.
Her red-wool bandana pushed the bush
Above her eyebrows to a melancholy mount.
The yellow lighter sparks again
As she looks upon his appetite
And marvels on his constitution.

She smiles because she bokes
When she eats at all like that.
She prefers the spangles
Of her fashions and her hats.
He is shorn of all this
(She thinks he'd hurt too deep)
And so she smokes and cooks for him.

He worships at her feet.