Fresh Veggies
I gathered veggies from my garden—once again, a winner!
I licked my lips just thinking how delish they’d be for dinner.
At last I got them on to cook and settled down to read my book.
When choking caused me to awake, I knew I had to have a look.
Then as the smoky room I crossed, “Alas!” I cried. “Love’s labor lost."
June 15, 2018
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018
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