Shroom Dreams
She wanted to pick mushroom
on an autumnal eve -
choose the best for breakfast.
I like to add a little oyster sauce,
or Worcestershire sauce,
she likes them with garlic.
I take with us,
my trusty book of edible mushrooms,
the kind that don't kill you.
Page missing.
Glad to report we are alive.
We had Imodium for breakfast.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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