Eating and Poetry
EATING...
A chore, I do not like.
It interrupts my quilling!
To eat, I am most unwilling.
I'd rather recite poetry at a mike.
French coffee, my love, divine.
Yes, cinnamon and whipped cream.
Now that's a poet's aromatic dream.
In a golden mug, visually fine.
Dont dare call me lazy or unproductive!
For in waves or romance, my heart lives.
With poetry, something, valuable to give.
These are my words, hopefully,instructive.
5/1/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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