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Supplier Wanted
by Anne Engelen<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Creepy crappy creatures
Crawl through my mind
Theyre my own creations
As a creator Im one of a kind
Im a top class chef
In the demonic kitchen of my brain
Mix all the right ingredients
For monstruous results
Signed with my name
Sick of this kind of cooking
The same dish every day
I need to start looking
There must be another way
To prepare food for thoughts
Different ingredients are the key
I need another supplier desperately
Too much negativity, black thoughts and grief
I want that replaced immediately
Where is the key to the storage room in me
Where all the secret supplies are stacked?
Time has come to open that door
Allowing me to be a happy cook once more
11/17/2002 Posted on 11/17/2002
Copyright © 2026 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/17/02 at 02:48 PM Excellent metaphoric caserole you've whipped up here Anne. Good luck with the new supplier; looking forward to more positive dishes! :o) |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 11/17/02 at 04:56 PM Anne, I know some positive dishes will out...meanwhile I'll eat the leftovers!...great poem!....MUAHS |
| Posted by Carl Walker on 11/17/02 at 09:20 PM this is a neat poem and I need a different supplier too |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 11/18/02 at 01:49 AM Sometimes these poetic jaunts seem like they are made in lead boots through acres of quicksand...so hard to move, so hard to breath... I find "Teletubbies" snap me right out of it... after a half hour of their multi-colored cuteness I'm ready to take hostages...and that can make for a great poem!...(giggle) RCat |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 11/18/02 at 10:16 AM a very clever creation with excellent culinary allusion :) |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 11/21/02 at 02:26 PM Sure is an interesting look at the creative process and the ingredients of our thoughts. Wonderfully presented in a very unique way. Best of luck in the search! |
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