any kind of crust you want
milk or coffee days
tea also for evenings
but the filling is always the same
and we all must leave the table full
slice by slice
under whipped cream mountains covered with sprinkle fields
bite by bite
till the day
you curse that liar
little jack horner
for plum blinding you.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2021 16:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Very strange - sorry.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Thank you. I never really trusted Jack.
Thanks Trenz.
That plum is one of the fruits I eat most days.
Andy
I think I will follow that advice Andy!
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