POET’S MAIN MENU BY ANTHONY CHARLES BLAKE

Seasoned words

Aroma of the senses

Sentences being the secret recipe

Serve while it is hot

Tasteful perhaps being like it or not

Into the oven awaiting to be served

Cool off only for a minute followed by read and observe

Fresh ideas with servings you didn’t expect

Nourishing the mind with words protein

Words that have been clean

Fire being fully cooked and words stirrup

Refreshing blends of words from around the world

Ready to serve

Sit down and pull up a chair

The reader can take it from here

The dessert being assortment of pudding words

Dining pleasure with every given word

No need to speak nor lecture

Wording cuisine

Just right and lean

Tender to the heart and spirit

Heart and mind have been fulfilled

Words that were eaten one letter at a time

My compliment to the Poet Chef

The cuisine was fine