Gioia C

You know, you’re far too kind. Seriously, it’s undeniable. You also share my sense of humor. Which is affably reliable.

You know your way around a kitchen. That’s undoubtedly true. Whether it be haggis or lady cakes… Or something fresh and new.

You know you’re a craftswoman. Wood, pig skulls, and chicken feet! I smile in wonderment: “What might be the newest feat?”

You know your Scottish accent when reciting Robbie Burns. And yet I haven’t heard it! Maybe we’ll take turns?

You know I’m very sorry. And once again my friend. This poem might keep growing, but for now it has to end.