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When Brownies Are Baking

You needn’t be hungry
Or have a sweet tooth,
You might be a senior
Or still in your youth…

No matter your habits 
Or lifestyle or bent
You cannot resist
That incredible scent.

When brownies are baking
That upcoming taste 
Makes it hard to refute
It will all go to waist.

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Paula Goldsmith

March 1, 2022 at 8:24 AM

A sweet write. I can smell them baking. When do you eat????? Have a blessed day with your wonderful brownies and have one for me..........................

John Watt

February 8, 2022 at 2:45 PM

guilty as charged! well said, as always

Marikate Kingston

February 7, 2022 at 6:48 PM

Ugh, now I want a brownie, a Duncan Hines one. Funny I should come across your poem tonight because I was at the grocery store today and saw the box on the shelf. I quickly talked myself out of them. :( Your poem is a sign I should go back and retrieve them :) Hooray. BTW they are good with am coffee. (Don't ask how I know, tee hee)

Rico Leffanta

February 6, 2022 at 10:13 AM

and/or buns . . . . Enjoyed!

Gordon Mcconnell

February 6, 2022 at 8:51 AM

Such a lovely baking piece Ilene, nice rhyme and flow too. Have a blessed day,Gordon

Hannah Borke

February 6, 2022 at 6:53 AM

I read the last stanza over and over, due to double negative. Doesn’t “hard to refute it will all go to waste”, mean they’re likely to go to waste?

Hannah Borke

February 6, 2022 at 7:13 AM

You won! I was excited to catch the teacher. Too bad.

Ilene Bauer

February 6, 2022 at 7:01 AM

It does mean that but I used the other spelling and meaning of waist, meaning that if you eat them, you’ll get fat…

L Milton Hankins

February 5, 2022 at 6:50 PM

Nothing smells as good as fresh-baking brownies, and I cannot resist them for a minute. I want a corner piece, too, for I love the crusty part. Now you've done it, Ilene. Where's the brownies? Where's the brownies? Darn it, where are the brownies????