Friday, 17 March 2023

635 - CIDER

This poEm is Rubbish, nonsense sheer
Although it may well raise a cheer
Say it was super
Or even hyper
Is stretching the meaning clear

There's few things that are finer
Than a moper turned diner
Eating fruit that's riper
Plus roasted viper
Expecting to be a miner

The piper was lots wider
Not much good as a hider
Patience - a bider
Not a good rider
Back to the bar for a cider

Cider

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Introduction

482 - FLOOR

“LO and behold, there's  flour  on the  floor .” exclaimed Denise. “I wonder if Ethan has been making a cake?” she thought.