Biography of poem hater
Lover of Cheese, an aquired taste. Look beyond the words to find the hidden meaning.
poem hater Poems
They look into the bowl it is dark and quiet one stands alone a poo is present.
it can be sliced in a salad or melted on chips in a toasted sandwich the list is endless
The Best Cheese
It can be hard. It can be soft. The cheese is calling. The cheese is goat.
A lover of cheese. Only cheese is seen. Cinnamon then caramel poetry in itself.
The Slushy Fate Of Cheese With The Manti...
The cheese undressed from its packaging it felt oh so bare and tawdry but hoped some saviour might run run run dash the cheese excited the mantis
The Forgotten Grated Cheese
The once solid block, full of flavour, overwhelming the senses. Turned into a nub that has been battered
They look into the bowl
it is dark and quiet
one stands alone
a poo is present.
It glistens in the toilet water
the brown feels soft on my skin
'i didn't eat any corn'
I spoke to the poo within.