Host/

[k.eltinae]

You were easily won over by my fluent tongue,
You thought I’d measure out.
You bet on a broken slide-ruler that lost its place,
Lizard-like appearing on whim and in haste.
You spend your afternoons,
Guessing what I’ve had for lunch
I light my cigarettes as you forage for toothpicks.

You enjoyed what I did, every minute I could tell.
You kept my secrets bought me Scotch.
Of course I cleared your pantry and medicine cabinet,
You drove me to it with your hospitality,
I had so many memoirs, I carried them like mirrors
So they would survive our crusade.

I flung your underwear as a shooting star,
A zealous flag over the rotating kebab stand,
No one yet has saluted your designer logo, or waist size,
But all the people assume halal meat is sold there,
Only I know different.

I admit I also fed your dog the keys,
You will have to pay her more attention,
Examine with care her feces; I also left you a receipt
You insisted on paying back when you were drunk.
You put a roof over my head,
And I played the flute beautifully,
But worthy of a wreath, never you, crooked Libra.

[heinzs]

I like the humor in this one...