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I have eatenthe toastthat you left onthe counter
and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast
Forgive meit was deliciousso butteryand so warm
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
(but not to my husband)
Posted at 08:33 AM in Family, Poetry | Permalink
That's too funny! When I read the opening lines I was thinking "Wait....just a minute..I've heard this..."
Cute. Hubby will just have to make more...
February 27, 2008 at 10:32 AM
That's pretty good. Very atmospheric!
I was just thinking of getting my 6 yo twins to memorize this poem, when my daughter (one of the twins) said "That's a weird poem. Why does he have to say he ate some plums? And why did they keep them in the fridge?" So we went with some Walter de la Mere instead...
February 28, 2008 at 08:38 AM
Oh, I love that one. And I don't think you should apologize ... rather, it's an homage. :-)
Karen Edmisten |
March 01, 2008 at 08:30 AM
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