For Fidex: The muse of all my deepest and most heartfelt writing.


So I woke one Monday morning
Roused by my roommates awful snoring
Grumbling I tossed and turned
Sadly sleep had been adjourned

So to the kitchen I did creep
On zombie feet for want of sleep
I opened cupboards hear and there
And was distressed to find them bare

My blanket wrapped up like a cape
I plotted my unafraid escape
To enter in the world so cruel
In search of cheap hot pocket fuel

Then just as I was leaving
Hell bent on my goody thieving
I did see that spotted bag
Glorious Wonderbread we had

All previous plans did not persist
Once found this treasure nearly missed
So I helped my new friend on his way
"Hop in the toaster," I did say

So I watched it carefully
I did not want it burnt, you see
For toast too done has just one use --
More dark than going good with juice

No fear it popped up crispy golden
To technology I'm quite beholden
For to that I owe this heavenly snack
That will upon my hunger act

Crunchy, munchy, spread with jam
A glass of milk and then-- Ka-bam!
I just sit me down to eat
This morning's fast is now complete.

wow... it speaks to my soul... i fully understand everything.
you're so talented and beautiful.

This is a cool poem. It's crunchy munchy...and spread with jam!

I like your work, LuckyOne. ["More! More!]

Fidex, you are my inspiration. Without you this piece of "kitchenette Shakespeare" would not have been possible. You are my bosom friend and the constant stalwart guard of my creativity.

Keith... Haha, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Beautiful LuckyOne....absolutely Beautful.


Mine are so sad....LOL it is nice to see some that aren't.

Love ya...

Geoff

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