Thou Art but Swine by Terry Miller

Please come inChild’s in the ovenWould thou like a drink ofHemlock tea?Do sit down How I love the soundOf dinner’s screams,They’re comforting me. Stay a spellI’ve stories to tellWhile we sit by thisBasket of oils.That a howl, Or a stomach growl?Perhaps my pets havecome for the spoils. Drink up nowOh nervous art thou?No need for…