I am not your sweetheart,
my love is savory,
there is a bite to it.
my love is savory,
there is a bite to it.
But oooh baby,
this is the spice of life.
With this poem I am really playing it again. I have taken an old poem and heavily edited
it to fit into Mama Zen’s request to have us write a Twitter Poem in one of her
“Words Count” prompts. And a Twitter Poem, despite the techy name, is
just a poem brief enough to fall at or below Twitter's tweet limit of 140
characters.
Sorry, I forgot to link IGRT, where Margaret asked us to "Play it Again" by using a previous writing prompt.
Sorry, I forgot to link IGRT, where Margaret asked us to "Play it Again" by using a previous writing prompt.