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bread, breakfast, eggs, french toast, milk, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, questions, snow
I still don’t have the answer
To a question asked
So long ago
Why do you buy milk, eggs and bread
When someone mentions snow
Does this sinfully sweet
Breakfast fare
Make us become a little manic
If we don’t get the ingredients
Do we all begin to panic
Do the slices of bread
With their cinnamon swirl
Remind you of riding a sled
Or the soft golden butter
Melting over the top
Remind you of warm days ahead
Do the fluffy white flakes
Falling down from the sky
Remind you of powdered confection
Or the syrup that’s oozing
Dripping over the sides
Remind you of sweet perfection
I want to know the simple truth
About this French Toast story
I’m pretty sure it’s not just snow
That gives it all its glory
Here’s the original story that asked the burning question: What Is It About Snow & French Toast?
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Reblogged this on Dorinda Duclos – Night Owl Poetry and commented:
With the snow storm headed our way on the East coast, I thought it was a good time to reshare this poem 🙂 Stay safe everyone!
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