Cooking Pot!

 

Come look inside my cooking pot

It's full of children you forgot

Upon the streets, so cold & wet

I steal away their rancid breath

 

Then grind them down to fit my pot

And heat it up so very hot

Then feed them to the homeless ones

Who gobble them up with such aplomb!

 

My good deed done, I crawl back home

And slither upon my thorny throne

And there I wait with bated breath

To catch the sweetest stench of death

 

So, when next you pass an ailing child

And turn your cheek, so meek and mild

Don't feel ashamed, please fear-not

There's room inside my cooking pot!

childrenHomelesslifeshelter

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 21st Oct 2020 06:14

enjoyed reading this one!

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 20th Oct 2020 22:37

Brian, I googled it 😉

And nice to have you back Paul!
Your encouraging words & poetic wisdom have been sorely missed! Equilibrium is restored.
And thanks for the comment mate.

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Brian Maryon

Tue 20th Oct 2020 21:30

Good to see bated spelt correctly.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 20th Oct 2020 21:25

I have been having a sabbatical Stephen and returning to this brillig poem has made me thirsty for more such joyful muse.

LOved it mate, thank you!

Po.

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 20th Oct 2020 17:22

Thanks for the Like & appreciative comment Keith! And the Likes Brian & Stephen

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keith jeffries

Mon 19th Oct 2020 22:04

Good humour with good rhyming.
Another gem Stephen.

Keith

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