Flowing Words Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

I have a way with words ~ you see,
When I do cook, they come to me,
I rush to get my paper and pen,
Before my milk overflows again.

Why, when I go to make a snack,
Do the words within my brain come back?
Why can they not wait awhile,
So I can finish my task with style?

My pen glides fast upon my pad,
I know not what I am to write,
HE guides my hand, and words HE puts
Into a new poem, while I cook.

I pause awhile ~ to stir my drink,
But again the words flow, before I blink,
My Bagels in the toaster remain,
I need time for a break ~ again.

Into the toaster yet again,
I put my Bagels to brown some more,
And bring this poem to an end,
But ~ I'll write soon ~ an encore.

Copyright (c) Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 28 January 2007