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Mrs Butterworth

Posted on | October 14, 2008 | 4 Comments

There smiling among all the syrups, you sit waiting

For behind your skirts and fixed grin,
sweet gooey memories await
to be laced, drizzled, poured
over a steaming stack of sandy colored pancakes, cinnamon French toast, and even golden waffles

On a winter’s morning,
buried in snow
as the sun hibernates till spring.

 

See where inspiration lies, aisle 10 in the Wal-mart grocery department?

Category: poetry corner

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4 Responses to “Mrs Butterworth”

  1. Dragon Blogger
    October 15th, 2008 @ 8:17 pm

    Man, and Mrs. Butterworth didn’t even pay you for that plug?
    Nice little poem, now I crave IHOP

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  2. Carolina Z
    October 17th, 2008 @ 5:33 am

    Hmmm… this poem made me SO hungry! And I’m not talking about food..

    although.. there is certainly nothing wrong with some steaming pastry… right. Stomach says yes – I’m all sorts of hungry now. :)

    Delightful!

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