Pencil topper stew just wouldn’t do, but that was all she had to feed her crew.
So she went to the store to buy some beans, but the brand she wanted were all bursting at the seams.
So she thought for a minute about what to do because bursting beans would need some sort of glue.
The corn looked good, so she settled on that, and then she went home and put it all in a big vat.
By early that evening, she had an amazing brew, and even though a tad bit salty, it was still a hearty stew.
Her kids were all grateful, and with tummy’s filled to the brim, they all settled down to watch some Grimm.
It wasn’t very long before the kiddies all crashed, so she nestled them in their beds while they dreamt of succotash.
Before long, it was her turn to finally drift away, catching the midnight train to dreamland; she was at last gone on a holiday.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Salty succotash and pencil toppers
As my eyes open
The light deflects my thoughts
Like insects they scurry away
Leaving a trail of unfinished reflections
This is why I write so much better
When I’m on the verge of dreaming
In darkness and seclusion
Is where most of my ideas are born
Just like the vast oceans
Teeming with animals we’ve never seen
So it is the same way with my mind
In deep, dark solitude ― I prevail
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Time for bed
Soothing as silk
Back to bed
Before the beep
Not gonna happen
To sleep like a baby
Ahhh that’s it
Sleep at last
Wow that was fast!
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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