'Twixt centre and crust, your walls fell apart,

With every engorging bite, for me you fell.

As went your HDL, so your heart,

As rose your BP, so soared your trouser swell.

Your fall was two-fold, that day of yore,

Into my proverbial arms, to be poetic.

In reality, on to the kitchen floor,

But both were significantly seismic.

You'd wanted stuffed crust, to break the tedium.

"My stomach staples are healing well".

I'd told you Deluxe was a happy medium,

"It's still too early to tell".

You placed your hand at your ear,

As if mimicking a telephone call.

I said "We're together now, you hear?"

I'm not sure what THAT was about at all.

You lay like a baby, safe in my keep,

As under love's spell you slid.

Later they said you hadn't been asleep,

But I'll never forget the things that we did.

FUCK...

YES...

This is going to inspire me to write something similar.

But so as not to totally rip you off, I'll replace terms and phrases like 'my trouser swell' with 'my nappy dugout.'