Pot filled so carefully,
simmering on the stove.
Potpourri softly wafting,
with the scent of clove.
Seated in her chair,
eyes focused in concentration.
Each stitch lovingly sown,
in her homemade creation.
Roast in marination,
seasoned just right.
All in preparation,
for the party tonight.
He needs cheering up,
her thoughts on her son.
Terrible the things,
those bullies had done.
But this party will be,
the celebration deserved.
The sentence was fair,
and justice will be served.
She just could not wait,
to see his big grin.
After completing and presenting,
to her son his new skin.
After draining the pot,
and starting the roast.
Chilling the wine,
they'd use to toast.
Soon it would be time,
to get the party underway.
A year in the making,
but finally Judgment Day.
The guilty were punished,
no time for an appeal.
Part of their retribution,
was providing this meal.
The wine was brought out
the IV was all set.
Fresh red drawn directly,
from the pretty brunette.
All of each convicted,
was made good use of.
Their meat, hair, even skin,
that fit like a glove.
Adding your comment:
I wonder too!!
Then I realized what was going on.
and much love~ Desire~*~
