The great Maple Sirop CongloberateA 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 Last Updated on December 6, 2013 |