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Kharma Scribbles Kharmaticrhythm Poem
Turnip Pie, why did I purchase you and try to lie?
Never once have you said "Goodbye", now you sit here in this pan to cry.
I ate you once, but not again, now I sit here to scribe 'bout you with this pen,
Turnips I won't try to defend, I like you sauteed with meat at the end,
But baked in a pie I scream "Why even try?" this is something I would never ever again buy,
I've smothered in cream sprinkled with cinnamon, quite a dream, but turnips I say should not be anywhere near me!
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Warming cheeks with kisses so sweet,
it's such a treat, keeps my heart on the beat,
Surprises lurk in the bed with sweet nothings toasted on bread,
Words once left un-said are now written in red,
Cupid arrows as decorations instead,
Meeting a mystery man on the docks by the pond, so romantic, how could it have taken this long?
Professing his love with a song, Oh nothing now could go wrong!
Open arms which embrace after winning the chase is like angels in love who are keeping the pace,
Valentine's Day must be here, inside I'm giddy with cheer,
Wrote all love cards once or twice, feelings reciprocated is like rolling the dice,
Locking eyes as we meet, a chocolate given as treat, bringing back such a youth tied up in memories aloof ,
Dancing, singing, ear -to- ear grinning,
How did he know he was winning?
Thump thump goes my heart, I'm longing we won't ever be apart,
He's buried in the root of my heart,
February brings such interesting twists, with only 28-days the calendar mustn't be a-miss!
On the 14th, a kiss; chocolate covered in wrapping so crisp,
need not voluntarily part your lips for the taste is delish!
Blooming petals make roses a gift, petals draped 'round the presents, take a whiff!
Wind blowing across the steam of our tea, biscuits left on this romantic morning.
Singing songs, wiping tears, brushing away lover's fears, Valentine's Day - one of our very best years.
¤January 26, 2018¤
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Look at those eyes, seeing mine will be a surprise,
Don't judge my small size I am still the ultimate prize,
When I'm born you'll get those butterflies.
Your pride inside is about to intensify,
Are you prepared to tell all the guys, goodbye?
Maybe I'll be brave and make momma my slave,
Slaving away all day as the neighbors sit there and wave,
Not such a terrible price to pay, I'll be here any day, a baby like me that will brighten your day.
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