a whole that can be shared.
guess it's time,
to make a rhyme-
and see what letters
slither.
a life in herds,
affects
your words-
as good ideas will,
withher.
from fingers clean,
come lines pristine-
a taste of proven pi.
with middles scooped,
the crust once duped,
the recipe of i.
but dense with fill,
of tart and thrill-
the flakes, one cannot spy.
such rich dessert,
the mind does squirt-
puffed pacetree for the eye.
to make a rhyme-
and see what letters
slither.
a life in herds,
affects
your words-
as good ideas will,
withher.
from fingers clean,
come lines pristine-
a taste of proven pi.
with middles scooped,
the crust once duped,
the recipe of i.
but dense with fill,
of tart and thrill-
the flakes, one cannot spy.
such rich dessert,
the mind does squirt-
puffed pacetree for the eye.
posted by kimmerker at 12:39 PM
1 Comments:
wow!!
i wish i could write like this!!
I'm taking a break from my blog because
life in herds, affects you words
and good ideas have withered
You are very good and regular too, there is a poem everyday!
Lucky notebooks i must say, mine are waiting,
waiting to be scribbled across.
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