INTO THE POT OR LOST THE PLOT

if I was into canabalism,

Wonder which of mine

Poeteers would taste.

As delectable  fine,

Fine foods F.i.i.N.E Moods

 

 

Saintly--ness  is next to godly-ness,

Yoonoos Peerbocus or uncle meridian.

There sure to taste extra spicy,

In a sweet not sour saintly stew.

  

Even a pesketorian the taste,

Of vegetarian would add.

That something new to show,

So my friendly griffonner.

With screaming carrots,

Into the pot you go.

 

And then again my dyslexic friends,

If you wish to taste something new.

Would you like to share with me,

Ken D Williams in a hot pot,

Or a stew.

 

What's that speak up 

I think I'm going deaf I said.

"A STEW, A STEW, A STEW!".

"Bless you" was all she said".

I think Marie Cadaviac

Will go down quite well 

With jam and bread

 

Although a few I would decant 

Shell's and Elle to name a few 

Afrodite Stath, All considered as my 

Friends, as well as lacyxdevine,

Are sure to make a full bodied wine.

 

I might  with D G Moody, 

Try something new.

Keep me and other friends,

In a well pickled stew.

 

With Carlos, Duck an Jim,

One trick pony, Metapoetics,

Would fill the pot to the brim.

 

You may think I'm rotten,

I'm certain some if forgotten.

There's bound to be a few,

I'll round them up next time,

When I make a homemade 

well balanced stew.

 

 





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Written on 2022-05-19 at 00:01

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Good job I got carrots and not meat, because I'm a pescatarian!
2022-05-19