PicturePoems

By PicturePoems

Saving my breath

... to cool my porridge?
Not likely!
This way I can keep talking and still be out the door in time.

I just pressed 'play' on the microwave,
Let the strains of porridge begin:
The musical oats in their lyrical milk
Set tastebuds in a spin.

poem © Celia Warren 2011

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