cold air and
a headache of
beer entraps me
in the quarter
pie of a pizza
by turning to
junk food so
hard to resist
a splatter of
melts the dairy
queen in a
large paper cup
miracle on a
“…molested my mouth by turning to junk food…” Love that!
love this piece.. 🙂
nice….”beer entraps me”
“melts the dairy”
Different, I like it….I agree with John, molesting my mouth by turning to junk food…good one!
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Pizza and beer, my favourite slob-out. May I reblog? 🙂
Hi there! Sure, you can re-blog it 🙂
Many thanks. When you live in your head a lot you forget the simple – luxurious – pleasure of food. Thanks for the reminder. (PS anyone who writes a eulogy of chocolate fudge pudding with Cornish cream ice cream will become my favourite poet 🙂
No worries. Poetry comes in many themes and one of them is food! 🙂
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