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In a royal antibacterial waste machine one must wait for the willing vibrancy of the whistling seal. Dressed neatly in a three piece suit he sits on a rock and calls to the breezes on which there are so few. In the era of expunging elitist effigies there exists far less than in a previous era so dimensions have developed a more triangular appearance. Seal looks on. Temperate falling skies bring all weathers and still not too many feathers on a beaded wind. A cloth can move around to bring alterations but altercations are caused by many plastic helmeted men who proudly hold the spray. And spraying is often located even in a bread. Or a small currant. Or sultana. Managed mainly manufactured. Measly mass monstrous movements. No moccasins here then. And thus the page is turned until the avenue is in sight. Roll roll roll. Here comes the square car. Beep beep. Out of which comes a giraffe, a penguin, a sea turtle with bright lips, and a monstrous fig tree complete with a very tall hat that reaches to Jupiter. When that is wiped the flight paths of emus sail to even the most far flung regions of the globe. And travesty is not travelling it is trapping and taming. Should one really place ham in a sandwich when pork should be free to roam? All aboard then. Is everyone ready? Comfortable? Enchanted? Good. For time is short. And a boom boom boom is arriving to stunt even the most strongest of plants into an oblivion of a scale. But not a scale of C. A scale of 0. No charging buffalo could ever stand true if the prefered angle is in a skirt or a bosum. And a bohemian's car is a secret castle. Watch out there is a lady who spews curd. Mongoose style of neck. So a mongoose and a buffalo do go to dinner to entertain for great plans are being made and a global economy has an appointment at the gym. So hahaha to all that. And place the 900 nappies in the bin. For the 890 children will surely mean that the £ will pay the way. House heating. And a heavy wide load giggling with a small town. Xxxxx high heels mooo looping. Xxxxx kittens kitty xxxxx belligerent buffer bluffing xxxxx done. And that was the p y q who was reporting live from a dinner hall in 1528. Z.
The pastry chef
Bakes cakes and breads
Took a nap, burnt them
8/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Breads and tea of molasses
Young is Loitering to and fro in this station of gatherings.
Purchased breads but want tea of cheap molasses.
Limitation of money disbursed already.
Now want to take cheap tea but not so easy.
Do not feel like eating anything.
Just he arrived in station at early in the morning.
Where he is to get sure he does not know.
Likeable person but he has no taste to go.
Thickly populated station of sealdah where he watches people.
In search of money and food is indubitable.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Freshly baked warm spinach bread
all nutrient packed
and sliced up thick for grilled cheese;
a tasty delight
for those colder nights
oozy cheese,
yum!
Tasty pumpernickel bread,
tuna salad spread;
mustard, mayo, pickle too;
chases away blues
awakens palate
ready lunch,
good!
Potato bread croutons in
a nice green salad,
blue cheese dressing poured upon;
garden fresh onions,
sliced up bell peppers,
fit for kings,
ooh!
Sour dough’s scent fills my kitchen
joyous aroma;
egg salad spread piled between
two slices, oh my.
for dessert some pie
tasty lunch,
Fine!
4-22-2020
STRAND PICK C,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Croissant making
Bread baking
Yeast slaking
Crust caking
Bread
Potato
Pumpernickel
Whole wheat
Enriched white
Bread
The smell of it
You will have a fit
Fresh from the oven
Your Grandma’s apron
Your mother’s way of buttering it
There is nothing more heavenly-tasting in the world.
Bread!