The crumbs of our love,
the morsels of our affection,
(raw and crisp mostly,
a little stir fry here
or mayhaps a sauté,
generously mixed with
grated mozzarella, and,
seasoned with basil
black pepper and oregano)
served on blank whites,
with lots of heart.
The platter ready,
a bit of us on the serving pallette,
and they call the sizzler, poetry.
Linking with Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
the morsels of our affection,
(raw and crisp mostly,
a little stir fry here
or mayhaps a sauté,
generously mixed with
grated mozzarella, and,
seasoned with basil
black pepper and oregano)
served on blank whites,
with lots of heart.
The platter ready,
a bit of us on the serving pallette,
and they call the sizzler, poetry.
Linking with Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
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