10) Food?
Once upon a time,
In a little country house
Is the setting of this rhyme
Of the troubled young spouse.
She had a huge knack
Of making food,
That was always lumpy, and in a pack,
And that resulted in a feud.
She turned so bitter and rude
because her husband didnt
dare ever eat any of her stew,
In case he choked on the chicken.
She sourly cooked,
and ate her own meal.
and though it was overcooked,
She gobbled up the veal.
Once she said, to herself
"Why wont my food be eaten
By anyone other than myself?
I wonder, does it need to be more wheaten?"
And so she cooked such wheaten foods,
So rich and yet still lumpy,
They seemed to change a persons mood,
From cheerful to Mad and grumpy.
A/N
I don't think I've made a suitable title for this poem... (who in the world names their poem 'Food?') And this poem does sound a bit stupid, I didn't really put my mind into it, beause I've got a test... but it's still satisfatory, for me at least. Write a comment and tell me what you think of it, And please tell me if the title really fits this poem, or should I change it? (I'm always paranoid when it comes to English), And if I should change the title, would you mind giving me a few suggestions? Thanks!
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PoetrySo there is a creature... black, dark, formidable... a Shadow. I write all the poems I make up in this book. This is a collection of dark and delightful poems. Hope you enjoy.
