I Have Dough Inside My Head Poem by Francie Lynch

I hear a motor
In my head,
Cranking, moaning,
Turning, turning...
It's not dead.

I have an onion
In my head;
It has no seed
I can embed.
But I keep
Peeling, peeling...

I have a pencil
In my head,
An HB2
Scratching on
My blank cortex,
Itching to
Put down fine text.
Scratching, scratching...

I have dough
Inside my head,
Needing kneading
Just like bread.
When it's baked
Sliced and spread,
I'll offer some
To be read.