Le Croissant Du Matin
My warn croissant is all mine.
Go away, dog, tis not thine!
No need for you to whine!
Try my delish hot coffee!
Way hot, do you see?
Please, stop pestering me!
He left the room, me forlorn.
Chasing a loud car-horn.
Ah, my day of peace was born!
12/20/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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