POetry Challenge, Poem Number Eight


                             Another poem? Wow, this is great!

                                 I'm penning this poem,

                                         Number eight

                                        A prize there be

                                       A true-blue winner

                                      A date night, movie?

                                           Maybe dinner?

                                Maybe my muse is at the gate

                                 Her hand is reaching for a plate
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Wolf Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 9:43 PM
Wishing you a great plate date! ~ Fox-in-Sox
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 11:06 AM
I hope he has a prize ready for you.... Your muse is surely hungry..
Legros Kelley Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 11:52 AM
Yes, he actually made tamales and Spanish rice for the Christmas dinner, we still have some leftovers. I will set it out for the Muse, see if its gone later, like Santa with his cookies and milk :)
Cunningham Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 1:42 AM
Bet your stomach is rumbling now, keep going.
Legros Kelley Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 11:48 AM
Mexican food, mmmmm!!
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