How many times have I said <br />I'm through teasing myself, <br />through pretending <br />I don't enjoy <br />the wreath of a woman <br />warm around me. <br />How many times have I said <br />I'll go out on the streets, <br />as I have in the past, <br />in cummerbund and sash, <br />top hat and cane, <br />a one-man parade <br />with bugle and drum, <br />seeking the sweetbreads <br />served there all day, <br />fresh off the brazier, <br />medium rare.<br /><br />Donal Mahoney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeking-the-sweetbreads/
