Breakfast Poem by Shawnell Pilz

Breakfast



Do you ever think of what you talk about?
You cut like butter
I'm your toast

Not your knife
You melt on me warm
This taste in my mouth is breakfast

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fred Babbin 03 December 2007

Not bad. Kinda different. GD Poemhunter wants 20 characters.

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