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.
Ah the spice of life, I like the bite of that ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace. ;-)
DeleteLess is often better. The first two lines are the backbone.
ReplyDeleteThank you Yvonne. Your right, and those are the first lines that came to me.
DeleteOh yes, this poem as a delicious bite to it! I bet you'll get a lot of favorites or tweets if you do post it on twitter!
ReplyDeleteOh, good suggestion Karen - thanks!
DeleteHad some bite indeed, once bitten twice shy
ReplyDeleteLol, thanks Pat.
DeleteSpice of life...I do like this.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gail.
DeleteThe importance of a title should never be overlooked. Nice!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you Margaret.
DeleteThe bite of spice.. I like that
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn!
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