Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The Words At My Disposal

The words at my disposal
May be simple, even trite;
Yet they suffice to satiate
My rhyming appetite.

I spice them up as best I can
And simmer them with care,
At times attempting recipes
Exotic, if I dare.

Though usually my degustations
Match my aptitude;
I’ve sampled other sustenance,
But rhyme’s my comfort food.

And when I dish it out, I hope
That someone takes a bite.
It may not be gourmet, but hey,
I think it tastes all right.

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Robert Johnson September 11, 2013 at 10:48 AM I'm grateful for my daily bread that you bake up so fresh. And I'm amazed at how you seem to always make it mesh. :)

Keith Bickerstaffe May 16, 2012 at 2:40 PM What a fantastic third verse!!! (the rest ain't bad, either!) Perfect cadence and rhyming, and metaphor! Best wishes, Keith

David Williams May 15, 2012 at 9:40 AM ilene, tastes pretty darn good to me..David