Friday, October 28, 2011

When writers' brick walls crumble not



When writers' brick walls crumble not,
cementing out the muse,
I turn to chips made kettle-pot
and sweet hamburger blues.

On top is stacked tomato red,
lettuce with purple fringe.
It's all on salty pretzel bread
that's griddled just a tinge.

Add spicy mustard, pickled dill
cucumbers, onions too.
I hope the burger doesn't spill
when I add cheese fondue.

That may not let the muse go in,
but one thing is for sure:
My tummy's left with one big grin  ·)
— one writer's fond detour.




placed in Poets United Thursday Think Tank #72: Writer's Block