Pamela Silin Palmer The Love Poems of Honniker Winkley

Decorative Artist, Illustrator and Fine Artist

The Love Poems
of Honniker Winkley

Progress/Process

A man sucked sausage
Held daintily with nature's pincers,
Forefinger and thumb;

A man lapped wine,
Muscled and red
The truculent tongue;

A man bit celery
The green sharp leaf
The splintered stalk
Entangling teeth with string;

A man quaffed soup
Slipping warmly to his tum,
Richly sherried, brown of bean;

A man of greed
Becomes his feed.

Disturbed,
Stomachs disengorge.

On to Saturday Night at the Fairmont

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