Best Mortars Poems

Who had gone to the Headquarters
With my real age and a wagging tongue?
Who at The Board pounded me with mortars
From a determined snitching lung?

I guess a fellow while still standing
Didn’t aromatic gossip mind
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Ponder the old pestles and mortars
used at times in apothecaries,
older drug emporium quarters.

Some of the porous surface was shared
by grinding both mortar and pestle
ending up in medicines prepared.

Do today's microplastics alarm you?
Minute particles endanger us all;
microwavable repercussions? Whew!...

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