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Matose. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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When you suffer a sore throat
you'll appreciate this thought;
The softness of holy porridge
with no ingesting way is a bridge,
Without biting or chewing tooth
gums, hot porridge will sooth
For, babies and toothless alike
have nothing in porridge to dislike.
Where one is bedridden or sick
has energy only porridge to lick.
Recommended meal from bed
When weak innards can be fed;
Heavy bombardment of tummy
by blows of morsels can be runny.
As child and the infirm you raise
porridge deserves all the praise
Shall you find someone flourished
never on porridge so nourished..
Should you find one let me see
for, it might be one up the tree!
TO LOATHE OR DISLIKE PORRIDGE
IS TO BURN YOUR OWN BRIDGE!!!
02nd Oct' 2013