Here’s another inspiration from Cheryl , though I’m not sure if her mind was going in quite the same direction. Perhaps I should put the inspirations aside and shut up for another few months ….

Oh! Such bliss there is in food

Made to elevate the mood

When the world seems most defeating

What sanctuary I find in eating

When with a sense selfless of luvvin’

I see you bent over the oven

Forgive me for incessant staring

Beyond the apron you are wearing

You see my legs begin to tremble

As I watch the meal assemble

Awaiting nervously the hour

When your creation I’ll devour

You’re doing fine, please pour the wine

Please sit beside me as we dine

Raise a toast! A glass of red

Darling, shall we eat in bed?