Those Sinful Seeds
With steady hands I'll scoop,
With patience, contemplate;
A new life from this garden treat,
Such imagery I'll create
I'll start out with the eyes,
Perhaps make them weepy;
Wicked's not a wasted dream,
Especially when they're creepy!
The eyes I've just completed,
They're eerie I suppose;
Now I'll use my magic tools,
To carve our friend a nose
Carefully I'll maneuver,
From the nose I'll work beneath;
An evil grin is what I crave,
How I love those jagged teeth!
A masterpiece awakens,
Sheer genius now succeeds,
A final chore awaits me,
Cleaning up those messy seeds!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2009
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