lunch was two hours ago
and dinner is hours away
the hunger pangs are out of the cage
And they’ve begun to play
So over to the brown bread you go
And forage for a filling or two
When the jars of peanut butter and jam
Located above tonight’s spiced ham
Decide to greet you hello
Just the thing till dad makes tea
And summmat that you’ll eat with glee
Out in the garden without delay
Before running around the garden to play
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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