Burnt Breakfast Poem by lindsey kidd
Burnt Breakfast
a strange smell sneaks under my nose
my face hides under the pillow
sugar plum fairies continue their dance
but the wretched aroma sneaks back
my legs carry me downstairs
my heart is racing
my mind is ran by confusion
the smell becomes stronger
sighs come from the kitchen
i see him, my son
disappointment spread across his face
standing over my burnt breakfast...
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4/24/2024 8:02:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
burnt breakfast would not matter because your words do not scatter they fill the air 'and they're sincere'