The great Maple Sirop Congloberate

The great Maple Sirop Congloberate

A Poem by Richard

Sirop for Breakfast Sirop for Lunch Sirop on chili and Sirop for Brunch and in my socks for that special squish and in my hair for that radical swish but as I sit and ponder sweet I’m thinking about you �" but as a sticky, icky, pancake treat Come on down won’t you now to Canada, O, Canada, no, Cana-duh! and live in my refrigerator and then let me take you to the fair with that really feisty August air with a bow in your hair and when it starts to snow maple sirop we’ll cuddle up close and light a fire in the house we built with our four hands but when we got stuck together with pancake glue you got angry and shouted with your mouth full and I laughed and the sirop was you

© 2013 Richard


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Added on December 6, 2013
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Richard
Richard

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada



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A Poem by Richard