Deplorably Romantic

I feel as a glass overfull.

I am the overpoured root beer foam.

Spilling over the rim

And dripping down the sides of the glass.

Bubbling excitedly in a pool at your feet.

I am the muffin top.

The happy accident you've come to count on.

The burnt ends, the BBQ rind.

Serendipitous and scrumptious.

Satisfying and sweet.

Your secret pleasure.

I have lived as a ball of dough

Beaten

Kneaded

Formed and reformed

And beaten again

But now...

Now I rise.

Who's hungry?

Reviews

[Nicole]

I’m starving now. Thanks so much. Loved this.

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

Ah, a fellow deplorable
:)
Thx so much!

[Dave Brown]

nuther great write
but no pineapple?
can you add some pineapple!

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

Grilled with brown sugar and a dash of Himalayan pink salt?
Amen, brother. Amen.

[Dave Brown]

even better.............................))

[Ana Papaya]

Great title! Delicious poem.
No need to keep an eye on those calories.
I love the whole build up and punch line at the end

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

Lol I was in an odd mood.
Matter of fact, I've been in an odd mood pretty much my whole life :)

[Ana Papaya]

Then I suppose that's normal for you. :)

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

That's a disgusting, insulting, and extremely accurate accusation.
I resembled that remark.read moreThat's a disgusting, insulting, and extremely accurate accusation.
I resembled that remark.
;)

[Ana Papaya]

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