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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

Date: 3/17/2015 10:39:00 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

Date: 3/16/2015 11:30:00 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

Date: 3/16/2015 8:44:00 PM

AWESOME, just as I expected. And you fooled me with the title, but I love spicy food, so that is GREAT

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/16/2015 8:43:00 PM

thanks for your sweet remark as I get ready to log off for the night. Now let me read your poem