Last night I stopped by my friend Joanne Morton's event. When I walked in, I was asked to give a word so that it could made into a poem. Of course, I said "cupcake", and the poets from Poem Shop wrote:
Cupcake
Sweet crumbs domed with
frosted
glaze of pastel delight
individiual
drinks of
sugared quake
errupting in
cakeupped bellies.
Cupcake
Sweet crumbs domed with
frosted
glaze of pastel delight
individiual
drinks of
sugared quake
errupting in
cakeupped bellies.
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