Friday 22 November 2013

#28 - A Weekend With The Letter M

Meringue nests hefty with maggots are just the start of our malaise.
I don't like to make a scene - we spend so little time together these days.
Make the most, Martin, I muse.
As a married man, it's my main mantra.

'Mmm,' I murmur, 'my meal makes me much more merry,'
making a show of masticating. Munch, munch.

Matilda moves her mouth but maybe she's miserable.
Much too much meat, methinks.
Too many maggots.

Mentally, I move through my menu of events:
mountain climbing
monkey wrangling
Nothing moves me.

Matilda moans.
I mutely moon for Monday.

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