8 minutes

8 minutes

A Poem by T.S. Ulmus

I thawed out my brain today
Honestly it's hard to say
If 8 minutes in the microwave
It's overcooked or underdone
Shouldn't have frozen it at that rave
But at the time I was quite spun

Everything tastes Paisley now
But I still know how to cow
And the fremple spends my zipples
All without much trouble
So I don't expect more ripples
With or without bubbles

There may come some day
Wait... What would I say?
Perhaps I was mistaken
The guy in the van seem trustworthy
I paid him with cake and
F**k, I can't rhyme with"trustworthy"

8 more minutes should do it

© 2020 T.S. Ulmus

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oh my god...our microwave lives...instant gratification...
what happened to the wonder of the journey?
where did that disappear to? Everything tastes paisley...I used to have paisley shirts back in the sixties.

but never munched on them...and now you have me working on finding a word to rhyme with trustworthy...
like trying to find one to rhyme with purple, or orange....

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Added on July 30, 2020
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T.S. Ulmus
T.S. Ulmus

Bennet, NE

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