Porridge.

What a word! Like a plump smug cat

Lips wet with cream

A warm fire, a shaggy rug

Feet that sink

Caressing, bare-foot

Dressing-gown close

Hot milk and honey

A drop of whiskey

That soothing heat

Caressing the throat

Silk gloves are too dainty

But woollen scarves!

And sky blue duffel coats

Wrapped tight against cold

Waking in a country house

Tip-toe to the stove

Soaking the oats

Stirring the milk

Porridge! What a word.