Empty Bottle Drained

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                                                A breakfast good treat
                                           Vermont Maple syrup sweet....
                                                  Empty bottle drained
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Fraser Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 12:56 PM
I must try this Maple Syrup. They talk about it at work also. Have a wonderful weekend Sara....:)
Culverhouse Avatar
January 13, 2011 at 2:05 PM
funny stuff.
Maverick Avatar
January 12, 2011 at 2:57 PM
great! you have got me thinking about those pancakes sara, good work!
Austin Avatar
January 12, 2011 at 2:17 PM
Oww! And how I love pancakes or waffles and good maple syrup. I'll even settle for Aunt Jemima. Trouble is - sugar in the morning is a bummer. A very tasty Senryu, Sara. Love, Dave
Neels Avatar
January 12, 2011 at 11:36 AM
A detectable senryu Sara ;-)
Sweetheart Avatar
January 12, 2011 at 8:26 AM
Seems so delicious Sara and in my home it would be drained too with the men folk enjoying this luscious treat... good one my friend.. tasty.. delight.. with luv..
Walsh Avatar
January 12, 2011 at 3:18 AM
Really lovely piece - Sara - and a very Happy New Year - Liz
Dietrich Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 9:47 PM
So you just drank it right up? Sounds all right to ME!!!
Wellington Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 4:16 PM
Is Vermont Maple as nice as Canada's? Thanks for your love. Joy (Jew)
Beaufort Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 4:15 PM
In answer to your question-maple syrup is a wonderful thing, and yes, the last drop is precious. In my past, I might stick my tongue or a finger inside the bottle. A point of trivia--icicles on maple trees sometimes develop a little maple flavor, and we always buy the real thing, not the flavored corn sweetener because somethings can't be compromised. So--you eat oatmeal too! You have glorified these little pleasures so nicely. Your poem is a teaspoon full of sugar.
Devonshire Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 4:07 PM
Now I know where to send all that maple syrup my New England friends keep sending me. The next bottle is yours, Sara. They seem to have an endless supply and I just like butter on my pancakes. Cute senryu! Love, Carolyn
Kendrick Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 4:04 PM
Have you ever held that bottle upside down shaking it hoping to get just one drop for that oatmeal because you like brown sugar and maple flavor?...Sara
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