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preservationman Mar 2014
As the book opens feeling upset
Eventually it will become a bet
Eat at your own risk
But you need to think on this
There was a woman named Maria Forsure, who loved to cook
But for someone who didn’t know how to cook, it sure made people shook
It was how Maria would cook
But all you had to do was just look
That’s all it took
The fact Maria didn’t know her way around the oven
Don’t even mention the word bake in being a dozen
Once there was dinner at Maria’s house
The idea even scared a mouse
If the meat was duck
If it wasn’t cooked, it was just plucked
As the guest were talking in the living room
There was a certain boom
The oven door was open and the duck was on the ceiling
No one knew what actually happened
A change of plan in what to serve
It wouldn’t be Duck, as the guest didn’t deserve
A Hamburger to the rescue
Are you sure you want to follow that cue?
People often got sick when eating Maria’s food
It would be a nearby toilet of the stool
Pepto Bismol being a welcomed guest
Let’s be honest, it was a request
Maria’s meal certainly didn’t have appeal
It was simply a nightmare being for real.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT AND EXIT BEING THE SOUGHT
Joel Mar 2019
Showers of mountains call the rain for me
I want to fly where their sky never ends
I want to sleep where their perfume waits
Showers of rain awakens my desires
I want to breath their passionate kiss
I want to drown where their love once sank

Falling where I belong but not where I survive
Their short earthy skin was almost there
Rains again and their souls touching the last sin
The right bitter taste the wrong chosen
path
Rains again and their crying hands
holding tears  

I want to taste their forgotten silence, their last resting silence
I want to write about their goddness moon
and their betrayal fear  
Rain fighting battles of mortals where no one wins
Showers of mountains and wind and earth, call them again for me.

— The End —