I was going through my geocities site this morning when I chanced upon several poems that I did back in University. No, they were not part of our curriculum, they were just part of me. It was my hobby, and still is, whenever I do get the time. I just love playing with words and letting my imagination run wild. Among my favorites is the poem The Art of Love Baking. Here it is:
The Art of Love Baking
First, pre-heat the oven
While the dough is new
Squeezing and squeezing
All the way through
Just a little
Then in excess
A mouthful of clear chock'lit
Fill it up with French "Kisses"
Then lay it flat
Working downwards on
Gently moistening
With the spatula's tongue
Then, while the oven is hot
Slowly push it in
Then rest and pause
Then seal it in
Poke it once, twice
Many times to be exact
Feels hotter and hotter
And intense, that's a fact
Then…..SPLAT!
The gooey white filling goes
Voila…
That's how love baking goes.
2 comments:
i never had so much fun reading someone else's blog.
btw, i found my way here through Mare. She gave me the link.
In that case, my sex life is Pillsbury No-Bake.
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