My wife and I sat down one day <br />to honey biscuits and gravy <br />and when the last of it was on my plate <br />what did she say to me <br /> <br />She said, 'my dear devoted husband <br />husband of many years <br />would you give the last of that breakfast treat <br />oh would you please, my dear? ' <br /> <br />I said, 'my wife, my darling wife <br />wife of many years <br />of biscuits and gravy I cannot part' <br />so with my fork I began to start <br /> <br />But before I could reach the plate <br />I was stopped by my hungry mate <br />She said, 'I'll give you silver and gold <br />all the fortunes yet untold <br />if you'll give what's on your plate <br />the still standing honey biscuit and gravy' <br /> <br />I said, 'my dear, darling wife <br />wife of many a day <br />nothing short of a great earthquake <br />can make me part with my plate' <br /> <br />And then she grew desperate <br />a horrid fiend intemperate, she said <br />'You'll be the sole head of the estate <br />for that last serving of biscuits and gravy! ' <br /> <br />I said, 'dear, devoted wife <br />wife of many a day <br />you don't know that with what you give <br />so willingly away' <br /> <br />She said, 'a small price, a small price <br />I eagerly will pay <br />for that last remaining morsel <br />left standing on your plate' <br /> <br />So I did the deed, I confess <br />and now I must say <br />my wife's head tasted just as good <br />as honey biscuits and gravy<br /><br />Kevin Howell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honey-biscuits-and-gravy/
