Then Beauty Said To The Merchant, Her Father...

then Beauty said to the merchant, her father...

oh just bring me back a pound of bacon and

a few ripe tomatoes, some bread,

a casque of mayonaisse...I crave the BLTS

we used to have in former days.

the story never went that way

my sister would have stamped her feet

I think but we were hungry on a summer day

so we dropped stitches in the story

and made BLTs in the toaster oven

and watched the roses boil from the

kitchen window, still sweet, but furled and

curled, and crisped to brown  in the Arkansas humidity.

one thing for sure my munching sister

could have said:

Beauty would not have asked him to bring back

one of those roses.

mary angela douglas 25 march 2015