Cos the Lady Loves Milk Tray Abb
the dog's bark was a ferocious sound
the man stood motionless ..should he run or wait
imagining the jaws that would seal his fate
the window half open was a chance to escape
stood motionless….. his brain went into overdrive
resisting the urge to run…. to survive
under his arm was his calling card
a box of milk tray for the lady,… they say
sent with a kiss, as he goes on his way
the lady sleeps on, oblivious to the scene just played
wondering, who was the secret santa this time
as she munched, each layer, tasting more sublime
contest: as easy as abb
sponsor: nina parmente
penned 30 december 2018
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2018
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