Oatmeal, how nice you are to me.
Almond bits a bit of maple syrup?
To me that is delish.
Me, you know the one who eats you for breakfast?
Evenly heated in a microwave of my choosing you are
Always warm and tasty,
Love, lust, call it what you will.
A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.