Lullaby

Nighty frighty boo

Sleep the night all through

otherwise

the ghouls might bite

the daemons scratch

and ghosts unite

Now sleep shall you

till the morning brother Lou

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– for my brother

his name is not Lou

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How do you like it?

The steam

covering glass like blankets of the softest, translucent silk

swooshing and oozing from polished metal

appliances exhaling golden scented vapour

The chatter and laughter like bubbles in a crystal glass

they rise and burst open to give way to the next wave

Pink and white tufts of luscious sweetness – as resting ballerinas

they sit atop their thrones of wheaten confection

Chocolate squares of nearly baked dough

Coconut, carrot and ginger lend their colours also

Like a shot the hot shoots through

caught by a mug then brought to you

Have your choice and enjoy your bounty

that has always been olden and will ever be brand new