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
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Now I've Jonesin' for a big, juicy burger!
ReplyDeleteVery clever and now, I'm hungry! Great to read~
ReplyDeleteMmm might do it... overeating leading to bad dreams = inspiration! Well don e!
ReplyDeleteOh this is so good, I can almost taste the relish!
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