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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Pancakes Every Sunday

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She made him pancakes every Sunday
Eggs and bacon too
She made him meatloaf every Monday
On Tuesdays it was stew
On Wednesdays she served chicken
On Thursdays they had wine
Fridays were a day for fish
Saturdays were out to dine.
Oh, she fed him finely!
He never ate so well
After a year he left her
Saying he was bored as hell!

This poem was inspired by the style of Dorothy Parker
and submitted to the Poetry Bus