A heavenly plate ascends,
the wonderful smells all blend.
The food must be really good
(coming from heaven) it should
But when I rest my eyes, the thing I see
is no more than lumps, drenched in gravy.
The feast I was about to eat
turns out to be worse than dirty feet:(
A contest entry
- OPTIONS by Rosethorn1.
425 points, ended June 2, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hhehehehehehe!
I loved the end!
Good luck! -
it was a pic prompt
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