also a poem – Sylvia FC
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Writing a poem is also like absorbing our meal, brother
one may eat it within ten minutes, while the other
has first to break so many seals on the heel
then he can just consume his delicious meal
But when we are going to wait first
its smell is no tasty anymore we will have thirst
the longer we wait, its smell is like the wholesale kitch
our mouths become stiff ‘n dry, we’ll have the itch
Before we realize it, no one dares to utter
a word about it, most fantasy is going flitter-flutter
through the huge cold room difficult to switch
before we all realize, we have the seven-years’itch
and lie with a swain swooning in a ditch
Writing a poem, I said is like eating, sister
one may eat it in ten minutes, beware of the twister
inhale first, then a deep breath, ’cause we are no swine
we will continue including the grand cru wine
alas, methinks, writing a poem is like eating, just fine!
Boar, swain or a court jester
it will take me a sausage being, it will not last till Silvester
I promise, I’ll take care for the good song
dinner will be fine, we are decent, we will prolong
this delicious meal, since there was no wrong
a good dinner is like a well worded poem, quite strong
© Sylvia Frances Chan
AD.01-02-13 @16.37 hrs. p.m
No snow anymore, dreary, rainy.