I watched the two of them
chit and chatter
through bites
of lean something
on whole wheat toast.
They’d shrug and giggle,
chew and blabber;
it’s amazing the words
didn’t fall mangled on the table,
flopping like headless fish
in a gunk of mayo, meat and bread.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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If I could turn the headless fish of my flopping words into flesh, I’d be rich… Great!
'chit and chatter...shrug and giggle...chew and blabber'
laughed at this one. your writing brightens the day.
ditto steve.
just what i needed for my lunch break :)
oh great, now I'm hungry ;)
Yep, been there and seen that , too:-) You say it so well!
Nice poem, Pat - full of sound effects. You know what I mean. :)
I have to admit I've done the same thing. Thanks everybody!
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