I Can Smell It

I’m supposed to write something really creative.
Class is tonight and my mind is vegetative. 
Oh Lord will I be the only one,
who can’t think of anything crazy and fun?
Thinking, thinking, why won’t my mind go there?
Maybe I’ll write about the smells at the fair.
I got it! I know!  How about the pretzels at the mall?
So many ideas but I can’t write about them all.
So instead I sit and stress,
Oh my mind is such a mess!
Popping popcorn at the movie theater, yes that’s it!
Now my stomach is hungry, thinking as I sit.
Oh why, oh why do I smell that cake baking?
I am really not good at decision making.
I know, I’ll just write about something other than food.
But maybe my heart is really not in the mood.
Nope, food, food, food is where it is.
Oh gosh this is harder than a surprise pop quiz.
O.k just let it go , that’s what I’ll do.
But why can’t I stop thinking about that cheese fondue?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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March 9, 2011 at 9:58 AM
Realy cute and light. Very nice. Love, Joyce
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February 15, 2011 at 11:37 AM
lol food is overpowering especially when freshly bakes it's just so teasing, enjoyed your write,..p.d.
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