Scented Poems For Breakfast
By Handsum-Hart

Each morning while in bed
He delights in serving her
A scented poem for breakfast

Great is the joy she receives
From inhaling the scent
Of the cologne stained paper
He writes his poems on
But it is the scent of inhaling
The love stained words
He uses in his poems
That joys her the most
For they are inhaled by her heart

Scented poem #1,979

Her smile is fit
To be lavishly praised in song
By a quintet of mermaids
Off the shores of Persia
In the old world

Then be sculptured
In ancient Egyptian gold
And be graciously placed
With warm courtesy
Into the Hall of Fame
As the world's prettiest smile

© 03-07-2005
Ronald Howard Moman