Don’t time the beans too carefully,
they might jump up from the pot;
racing round salty graveyards,
they strain like greedy beetles.
Fluffy chocolate curls and cheese
blink to see beans deeply;
more than ripples beneath the surface,
more than eyes upon the green.
Since I missed yesterday, I’m going to post two poems today that I technically wrote last night….at 3am. So they’re mostly nonsense, but I’ve tried to edit out some of the weirder stuff. They were fun to write at least. Enjoy 😀
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