Domestic Bliss

Mr Bombastic
Stretched her elastic
It is tight
And snaps back

She squeals
In cross delight
Then struggles
With a jar

He assists
Loosening the lid
Hands it to her
She smiles

And opens revealing
Sweet preserve
Ready for spreading
On hot buttered buns

Night sets in
With crescent moon
And stars
Winking

They enjoy
Their bounty
The cat purrs
Expectantly