Ordinary Words About A Poem

At the start, all happens in the mind at first, then begins the reality, when we drag them to our social life, also a poem - Sylvia FC ****************************************** Writing a poem is also like absorbing our meal, brother one may eat it within ten minutes, while the other has first to break so many seals on the heel then he can just consume his delicious meal But when we are going to wait first its smell is no tasty anymore we will have thirst the longer we wait, its smell is like the wholesale kitch our mouths become stiff 'n dry, we'll have the itch Before we realize it, no one dares to utter a word about it, most fantasy is going flitter-flutter through the huge cold room difficult to switch before we all realize, we have the seven-years'itch and lie with a swain swooning in a ditch Writing a poem, I said is like eating, sister one may eat it in ten minutes, beware of the twister inhale first, then a deep breath, 'cause we are no swine we will continue including the grand cru wine alas, methinks, writing a poem is like eating, just fine! Boar, swain or a court jester it will take me a sausage being, it will not last till Silvester I promise, I'll take care for the good song dinner will be fine, we are decent, we will prolong this delicious meal, since there was no wrong a good dinner is like a well worded poem, quite strong © Sylvia Frances Chan AD.01-02-13 @16.37 hrs. p.m No snow anymore, dreary, rainy.