My Sunday

19 January 2009 at 5:53 pm (*Sigh*, Boys/Men, Love?, Poetry..?, Women/Girls)

Baby, I’ll dedicate my Sunday to you
Light your cigarettes and pour you some mean drinks
I’ll fry them chicken strips and give you a bowl of tartare…
I’ll let you eat in peace… I promise. I do.

We can make pancakes and eat breakfast all day…
You can have lager, you don’t fancy much else
Baby, I’ll even let you have the remote control
I’ll just shut up and perfect my little frown

I’ll shampoo… and let you watch.
I’ll even let you help when I scrub my back…
I’ll smile and accept that delicious cup of tea
Baby, I’ll even let you sing to me…

Baby, I’ll dedicate my Sunday to you
You just give Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday and Saturday too
One week at a time…

12 Comments

  1. D said,

    I like :)

  2. Haru said,

    6 days for 1, better than most folks I know :)

  3. Silvara said,

    Wish they could… :)

  4. Joe said,

    The entire plan sounds good, except , I dont like Tartare.

    Sigh, and we were this close to perfection. Pity. :D

  5. lokintomais said,

    hmm this sounds so nice ..

    seems like a perfect winter sunday for two :)

    i so wanna eat breakfast all day on sunday ..
    guzzle beer and smoke them cigs which someone else lights fer me hehe ..

  6. siropdevanille said,

    @D: Thanks :)

    @Haru: Better eh? Good, no one can call me unreasonable ;)

    @Silvara: We do… We wish…

    @Joe: Tsk tsk..

    @Lokin: :D

  7. Purely_Narcotic said,

    Sounds fair. Perfect even :D

  8. Vibha said,

    Pallu, I love this one, I rad most comments and I couldn’t relate to it in that way. This poem is very deep, there’s a very sad rapture in it. You tapped it beautifully the stagnancy of it all. Love it.

  9. Vibha said,

    read*

  10. siropdevanille said,

    @Narco: :) It does, doesn’t it… hmmmm…

    @Vibha: Aaah! My “lit-buddy” :)) These things become sad… they do…

  11. chandni said,

    one word. LOVELY

  12. siropdevanille said,

    @chandni: Thank you!

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