Jambalaya - Poem by Irene Bitter
I’m not cooking a jambalaya
Out of meat and bones,
I am composing a jambalaya
From expressive, explosive words!
I’m spraying it with punctuation,
Like with a spicy sauce,
So you’ll digest a tasty read,
A poetic meal of delicious words!
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