A Little Meal

A little meal of angel hair,
A skillet on the stove,
A glass of something red, a book,
And safe within my cove

I settle down to read about
This town in nineteen-twenty —
I may have had some better meals,
But I can’t name
Too many

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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