Evening Brunch Poem by Wamii Flyer

Fresh dandelion wine
Paired with an amazing pumpkin pie

Beside my chair, sits my partner
Going on about a banter

Whiskey, no ice
Words so sharp, so precise

She clearly doesn't like my cooking
Well, that's a wonder she's missing

At least a slice?
Nope, doesn't find it nice

I paused writing my sci-fi book
And became an amateur cook

But yet, I'm faced with such ignorant treatment
We can't land on an agreement

''Come one, just one bite, please.''
''Ugh, fine. I won't be a tease.''
(She ended up eating the whole pie.)