Waiting For Breakfast Poem by Sketcher Ridpath
Waiting For Breakfast
The smell of butter, the taste of flour,
Children will mutter for half an hour,
Until everyone's food arrives,
Mouths full and away with the cries,
Of chattering people and loud music,
Eating is the only language fluent.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: food,waiting
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Made this while waiting for breakfast... Also, I know the last line doesn't make sense. That's the point.
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