A short rhythmic poem
Knead the dough, boy
dust the flour
use your knuckles
let it rest
knead the dough, boy
need that dough, boy
feel the rhythm
in your chest
watching ladies
in the window
with those dreamy
boy doe eyes
whispers whooshing
passed the ovens
keep your fingers
out the pies.
© Darius the Mate 02-12-2021
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~snork~ I love it.
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Hehe, thank you, Shay.
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Witty!
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😋 thank you, Ingrid.
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Well, that’s hardly fair, Darius! 😀
❤
David
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You may take it as advice, only. You’ll have to be inconspicuous, therefor.
Thank you for the comment, David.
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