A Taste of Honeyhttps://mikebellpoems.com/a-taste-of-honey/

Dear Steven Patrick Morrissey –mononymously known by your burly surname

I fell in love with you in nineteen eighty-four –or maybe slightly before – when you sang a lullaby –

Yes – it was just for me – played on an ache-ladenScouse-spun John Peel Session

You were Alan Bennett – on a sweat-rinsed riser –taking straight boys with your stirring words

A glimpse of your chest was enough to doubtgirls’ shapely tits had enough to give up

Then you spoke out from your tooth-whitened Americawhilst making those Mexican boys doubt

How you turned me off with your racist complaintsMy Dear Steven – you no longer interest me