Robb A. Kopp Poet Verse

Busboy Forest

Under paper napkin clouds, silver bridges connect the great red mesa.
Bubbling soda rivers run silently behind the spiced Marinara bathed angel hair.
 Discarded pipeline strew the banks where black Manzanilla olives Drip from finely 
chopped rigatoni hills.Clumps of ice like galciers divide forest of pasta and 
breadsticks.Broccoli trees spring from towers of bowls and saucers where bean 
sprout and spaghetti vines climb.

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James Foulk March 30, 2011 at 8:22 AM a great piece of work.

Andrea Dietrich March 28, 2011 at 9:53 PM Oh, what a GREAT title for this one. I was thinking to myself, what an odd dinner table setting and then looked up and saw it was what becomes of all the stuff inside the busboy's "bus" or whatever the heck his container is called. hahaha

Judy Riley March 28, 2011 at 11:56 AM Origional and humorous, fun to read. Good work. Thanks for sharring. judy

Carol Sunshine Brown March 28, 2011 at 11:51 AM Enjoyed reading your wonderful verse today Robb. Thank you for your kind comments. May you have a beautiful week of good health, love and baskets overflowing with inspiration. Love, Carol