What’s that you say, my friend?

You’ll have to come closer, I fear

Something is wrong with my hearing

I seemed to have misplaced my ear

Always happens around this time

Humans have a hankering for me

They buy me, to put into a basket

Wrap me in foil, swell, now I can’t see

Oh, but I know, what’s coming my way

First it’s one ear and then the other

Maybe they’ll forget about me, for today

Oops, there goes the rest of my brother!

 

February Writing Prompts – Hold your hankering horses – Day 16/28

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