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April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, I am posting one of my poems every day. You can play along too! Or, if you don't write, post a poem that you love. I would love to see my friendslist filled with poetry all through April.


Breakfast

porridge boils to burn my mouth
for I take it far too sweet
what else can I do?

she was my bread and butter
and he my cup of tea
but now I dine on cake with honey
and drink my vodka straight

do I deny one for the other? no
but they've forsaken me
breakfast will never be the same