I had a paper napkin here
upon my lap
the breeze snatched
it clean away
now I sit here like a
sap
Syrup dripping from
my chin
frosting on my nose
little bits of cookie
left
with crumbs around my
toes
Maybe I can sneak
away
before they see me
leave
failing that – just like
before
I’ll simply use my
sleeve.
1 comment:
You really take the cake... and leave it all over your shirt. You should have been a basketball player. They are such notoriously messy eaters because they’re always dribbling! Cute poem!!
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