Poem for her 688

Dear Readers,


Pancake supper

The pan was not hot
You are always HOT
Well unless your toes are cold
Then I find some way to warm them
The socks I bought you
Little batteries
A small toggle
Then heated socks
If we are traveling without them
Like summer time
Your feet can get cold too
So I pull them out and
Rub and kiss them
Like today we are having
Some crepes a recipe I was working on
Then you said
And I came to your aid
As I hope to always do
Then the whisking
The washing in warm towels
And though supper is still planed
The time of it's arrival will be delayed
Maybe a few hours
Tasty warm toes with mint jelly


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.