The jelly donuts danced.
The creamy white bagels pranced.
The aroma of the croissants,
Their flavor enhanced.
I chug-a-lugged the coffee,
That swished in it's mug.
The warmth of the cream,
Kept sloshing in it's jug.
This bakery cafe seemed one of a kind,
A kind I never could find,
But I found a place to write my poems.
And I wrote one-thousand of 'em.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem