Sunday, December 4, 2011

Culinary Poetry Prompt

This morning I woke up to the  beeping of the oven
The smell coming from the kitchen surrounds me
The banana bread is fresh and delectable
This is when it's the best.

As I glance from spot to spot in the kitchen
I realize no one in my house could be emanciated
the amount of food is superfluous
yet it all seems so necessary

With one taste of my mothers food
You would think she was educated in alimentary
From caserols to pancakes everything is as tasty as the next
Make sure you get a taste of her food for your self.

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