by Kate Demeree
Inspector instigator stood stirring up the stew
Wondering as he did what next he should do
He waited to see if a smile would bubble to the top
Didnt pause before he acted, never thought to stop
Until he lit a brilliant flame beneath that copper pot
Which unbeknownst to him was already hot, hot, hot
Author's Note: Was blessed with several smiles from friends today, and thought I might give one in return, that and a *piffit* :oP
Posted on 05/07/2003
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/07/03 at 10:43 PM|
heh, i always wait for the smiles to bubble to the top when i cook :)
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/08/03 at 01:56 PM|
"well, another fine stew you've gotten us into, Ollie"...as the carrot said to the peas....nice smile provoker, Kate!
|Posted by David R Spellman on 05/08/03 at 06:17 PM|
Brought a smile to this kook's face... (um, I mean cook! [;0)!
|Posted by Allan Haslinds on 05/08/03 at 07:27 PM|
As usual, I can see two, three, four, or more subtexts in the simplist of your pieces, Kate.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/08/03 at 08:14 PM|
Gotta smile out of me....Charlie
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/14/03 at 03:00 PM|
they only bubble to the top cause they know you're there, like frogs egging toward's the ponds surface to be metamorphosized by princess.