Leaning in his breath was my chocolate
I would eat if he would not leave me as a little crumb
A slice of dessert with lingering
His prick would taste royal
I had fancied myself to be his Queen
Simple Simon says pull down your heart and show your true wares
I fumbled with the felt tips
Ink ran all over the words that were to speak
A cup of tea
Darling me with Earl Grey
I will be the Duchess of a fine spread for one
Oh he and his finery deliciousness
Sour me that sweet tooth
Lemons for my tea please!
Prick….© K S Hardy 2011
Pure and utter nonsense so Simple Simon Says..