Grass

Grass

Fast/gentle

Likes sleep

French cheese only with red wine

Grass

Vin Diesel and his crew,

Their cars racing through the park,

Dodging bullets,

Beating arrows,

Aint got nothing,

On this guy,

The sonic boom,

Was invented because of him,

It never occurred naturally,

A cat purring quietly

On his lap,

A monarch,

Landing on the swamp,

A baby,

Sleeping soundly in its mothers arms,

Aint got nothing on this guy,

Like the fast and the furious,

He makes the fast,

Seem slow,

But leaves the furious,

For others to play,

For he doesn’t know,

Its meaning,

Like the Big Friendly Giant,

He uses his heart wisely,

Fending off the terrors of

The Fleshlump eater,

And the Bonecruncher,

Ensuring all sleep soundly at night,

Nothing satisfies him more then,

Resting in the arms of his wife,

Alone,

Together in bed,

Their eyelids closed,

Their breathing slowing to a whisper,

The blankets,

Protecting them from

The chills tickling their toes,

He’s happy,

He shares his dreams,

She shares his,

Alone,

Yet together,

In a quiet,

Serene sleep.

He loves a drink

Or two,

Just ask the Family mart,

They’ll tesify to that,

He likes cows,’

And everything they make,

He’ll take a swig of milk,

From the bottle,

He’ll take his butter,

And spread it on his toast,

But, when it comes to cheese,

He travels far,

He travels wide,

For that perfect taste,

Those Frenchies,

They got it right,

The age,

The texture,

The colour,

He’s found his mix,

He’s discovered his pleasure,

So, he’ll sit there,

Outside that Family mart,

The cheese on his table,

Yet,

Something’s a miss here,

She comes out,

With the only thing,

That could compliment,

That he could wear,

With his cheese,

A bottle,

Not of beer,

Not of soju,

There’s not the average,

Korean man here,

A bottle,

That could only,

Suffice his wetting appetite,

Like Jesus,

And his last meal,

He shares,

His bread,

His blood,

Rolling the glass,

In his fingers,

Like a football,

Rolling into its goal,

He lets its aromas go,

They travel inside,

Arousing his suspicions,

Stabbing him in the gut,

That pain,

Now too much,

He chews on his cheese,

Sips on his wine,

His wife,

Sitting next to him,

Feels his glee,

He reaches for her hand,

She for his,

Their glasses meet,

Outside the Family mart,

On a hot summers day,

Cheers!