Munching Poem by shimon weinroth
Munching
in betwen lunching and supper
there is munching,
in between supper and a midnight snack
the mandibles are busy
jaws set on a course of eight
probiscus snifs out eatables,
from all the cupboard corners,
fidgity palate, itchy crunching teeth
fuss, tongue buds salivate and drool
placate the nervous systems ache,
gluttony nibbling and meditative gait,
Sensibly thought provoking..good flow of language..lovely poem indeed..kindly go through my poem 'simply couplets-1'..a little similar to yours and other poems also when time permits..thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:08:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Shimon. This one makes me feel less hungry somehow. well done Regards Dave T