Kitchen Pride....Adult Humour

Tickle my fancy as free as a bird
Stripped of her feathers, or so I've heard
Lace she in daisy chains and ring
'Er neck
With splintering smiles upon
Break.... fast eggs
(All yolks aside)
A messy contortionist has no pride

Twiddle your thumbs and smile at the mess
Feathers and flour upon my...
(oooeeer must i confess!)

Free range
Organically led
Steer well clear from the hospital bed

Skid pon the lino doused in Ribena
Then smile at her spirit
(my have you seen her!)

Free as an ostrich gallumphing in pride
Behind the fridge freezer
Her warming (bestest side)

poem by Karen Sinclair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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