Comemplating Lunch
As lunch draws near,
My taste buds rise.
Will it bring a tear?
Or make my senses rise?
Such in my great joy.
Fish in sauce is great.
Or bok-choy with soy?
A dream on my plate.
Ah,here it comes!
Hot dog on a bun
I can taste it, past my gums.
Would there were more than one!
Quatrain
Monosyllables)
2/26/2021
~2~
Monosyllables were used in Robert Frost's
"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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