VIRGIN BUTTER
I never liked re-heated espresso
stale Italian bread for the dunking
spread with early morning butter
pricked by an onion stick
the night before.
Burnt rubber and rancid
nausea and acid.
How I miss those year’s
my very best years
of continental breakfast
all together.
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anything virgin
anything virgin
is precious sweet
an everlasting memory of the
one first love who was
so many down the Thames
have lost
theirs
now
forgotten
Nice,
Nice,
I meant to say "all together". This wasmy breakfast before I keft for school. :)
my breakfast
would have been something like above
haahha
I know what you had meant
virgin ....
was to draw the bees
Joe
They say that we are getting old when we start reminiscing, so what's your excuse lol.
Good writing there loved the theme, Yours Ian.T
Now, who's getting old ? :)
Now, who's getting old ? :)
Thanks,Ian, I enjoyed writig this one.
Joe, I is
We have lived, we live, we will live, let us not worry about the choice, as there are greater things than us that will decide.
Take care out there, Yours Ian.T
Dear Joe
I often think of old times and a big part of those are meals spent with family at celebrations, sometimes just breakfast with my mother (who I miss everyday)
a wonderful poem I thoroughly enjoyed
love your Jayne-Chloe xxx