Oughta’ Correct

No gardener,

I clipped hedges

sparsely

–shaping waffles. . .

 
 

No chef,

those waffles

resembled nothing so much as

fences. . .

 
 

No guard

~or foil~

all 3 spoiled.

(while I looked on contemplatively)

. . .

yo-yoing

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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