The Kitchen
The boiling pot, sat on the cold stove with a jolt. All waiting for dinner, the seven P.M. clock was a winner. We ate to our fill, I am so hungry I could kill. The dishes are all done, the sink is filled so lets run.
Date Written: 9/8/2021
5 Place
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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