SQASHED TOMATOES AND STEW

On this day, Coffee was pushed to earth.
His first scream was the first of many.
A gleeful crawl lead to encouraged steps
to a bewildered stagger down the spiral.
Where are Coffee’s chosen ones to celebrate this?
They don’t know it or don’t care.

Coffee and Honey sit divided,
his better half has better things then jelly and ice cream.
The rose lies on the shelf
wrapped in a coat of dust
like the first frost of winter.

Only one slice of the cake has been eaten,
it was too sweet for Coffee,
it made him feel guilty.
Soon it will turn stale and will be put it in the bin.

While Honey slept tight,
Coffee locked himself in the gutter
and slashed the waste out his legs.
The tickle of the beads soothed
more than a stroke of a feather.
It glowed more glorious as a candle.
By the last petal she loved him not,
for he’s a jolly good fellow.