As I was unpacking our things when we returned from having Colby I found this sweet poem that Alan wrote for me last Valentines Day. I thought how fun it would be to share it with you, especially this week! Maybe I shouldn’t mention that while I was typing this I was snacking on Sour Cream & Onion Pringles. ;)
Loathing Has Its Limits
By Alan T. Halbrooks
Peanut butter is the worst
It’s sticky through and through
My tongue gets stuck – All full of muck
Whether crunchy-style or smooth
But if it meant that I could spend
Another day or hour
Beside my love, my Mandolyn-
Then buckets, I’d devour.
Powdered flour’s just as bad
It’s tingly to the touch
My face contorts – My nose, it snorts –
One tablespoon’s too much.
But if you threw it in the air
And as it fell, we danced-
I wouldn’t mind the floury snow
If only for that chance.
Microwaves should not exist-
They turn good food to mush
For making noise and killing joys
They’d all be better crushed.
But if it meant a quiet night
In the company of you-
I’d gladly eat the things it burned
Whether chicken, scones, or stew.
Loathing has its limits, see –
While loving you does not
(I’d even take a case of Pringles
If you came with the lot!)