Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Burning Lips

If you clicked on this poem
And expected to see
A paean devoted to passion,
You can stop reading now
‘Cause that’s not what this is – 
I can’t even say “after a fashion.”

It’s instead a complaint
To my husband the chef,
‘Cause he constantly peppers the food.
Though I’m grateful he cooks
My poor lips pay the price
For they burn hours after I’ve chewed!

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Robert Johnson March 17, 2015 at 10:39 PM What a boring disappointment. :) You owe us a scintillating one after this. :) I like pepper too, but it's easy to get carried away. Hope things cool down on the stove and heat up in an up coming poem. :)

Eileen Manassian March 16, 2015 at 11:30 PM OH OH OH, Ilene. I clicked thinking...WOW, I'm going to see Ilene's passionate side. You make me smile....I am a little disappointed because I so wanted to see a side of you I've never read about...but this is so fully and sweet. I'll forgive you! ;) Hugs

Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2015 at 8:44 PM AWESOME, just as I expected. And you fooled me with the title, but I love spicy food, so that is GREAT

Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2015 at 8:43 PM thanks for your sweet remark as I get ready to log off for the night. Now let me read your poem