Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

Rainbow Gravy On Mashed Potatoes

Rainbow gravy on mashed potatoes
Invented by angel only knows.
It’s on my plate, and it truly glows.
Formed into trees, and two distinct toes.

Cousin loved it, she ate her’s and Joe’s.
I pass my plate over, and eat my jellos.
Rainbow gravy on mashed potatoes.
Where is the cook? Which one of you knows?

How did he make this gravy that incredibly glows?
Is that his homemade chocolate syrup that aptly flows?
And who added on my tray this gorgeous rose?
I will never again eat gravy without rainbows.

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Sandra Adams January 17, 2020 at 11:24 AM i had gravy last night, very light as turkey gravy often is... interesting thoughts... your mind is ever so creative :) hugs Caren Krutsinger January 17, 2020 at 4:03 PM Thank you Sandra. I have muses fighting each other constantly about "which one" has gone too far, and which one "has not gone far enough".