Her rickety imagination,
percolated condensation
Her language gallop-stuttered
Her bones bridled, suffered
horse-hungry at her kitchen station
They’d put the cart before the HORS D’OEUVRES
But the maistresse chef deserves
to eat, before she serves
scrumptious strawberry preserves
or she’s edgy as a cliff of nerves
She understood the rift
between the baffles and the quick
After flight or flourish
longing for the nourish,
eating is a gift
Would her absence be caught?
She’d become curbed, overwrought
She could struggle and brood
or savour some food
else all her canter be for nought
Wonderful play on words! Good work!
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Thank you so much!
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I have to agree: “Wonderful play on words! Good work!”
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Thanks so much Frizztext. 🙂
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I love the quirkiness of this! Your imagination is so alive.
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Thanks so much. Your comments always make me smile.
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Galloped this word list into the dust! And took us one a wild ride of the food obsessed!
Thanks for your visit to Sonja via the Sunday Whirl 🙂
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Thank you so much. I am a little food obsessed but when I forget to eat, I don’t work as well. 🙂
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