Get Your Premium Membership

Breakfast Poem

love of butter, in pancake fashion, frying,toasting, cooking with passion, better cooked, then eaten raw, impatiance is, my only flaw, the aroma, calls my name, growling stomaches, are to blame, for the mess, i've created, my hunger though, has been sated. spelling mistakes and love.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 2/11/2014 11:20:00 AM
write
Login to Reply
Date: 2/22/2012 3:17:00 PM
i love the rhyme but not the spelling mistakes. this is a delightful poem, though!
Login to Reply
Date: 2/22/2012 2:08:00 PM
Nice breakfast poem, I enjoyed reading it.
Login to Reply
Date: 2/22/2012 1:43:00 PM
Jezabella,first I must have my cup of coffee. Lovely breakfast! oxox love Anne-Lise
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs