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

Friday, January 23, 2015


Boy, give me a burger
I don't want that ribeye steak
I need a little sugar, but
don't bake me a whole cake
I'll stain my lips with grape juice
Don't go pouring a French wine
I won't eat no lobster, but
your sausage mighty fine!
I don't need no gourmet dinner
I'm not really in the mood
Boy, you know just what I crave
I'm hungry for fast food!

69 words for Mama Zen's Words Count at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


Maude Lynn said...

Oh, girl! You is bad!

Other Mary said...

Lol, love it.

brudberg said...

He he.. Yes that sounds like a craving,

Fireblossom said...

Sausage, huh? Geeeez. LOL.

Marian said...

OMG gimme some sausage! hahaahah!

C.C. said...

Well, maybe not too fast ;-)

Susie Clevenger said...

My My...naughty. Love it!

Margaret said...

…everything is better with French wine.. otherwise this is spot on :)