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To Morgan
by Uriel TovarYou said the cheese would melt
evenly on the roll--
it bubbled and crusted over;
the edges were burnt and useless.
I pulled it out of the oven
expecting something grand
but i burnt my tongue.
You laughed
as i iced it down. 06/03/2005 Posted on 06/04/2005
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/04/05 at 02:31 AM hahahaha!!! and i did! i laugh at others pain when it's like a burnt tongue... god i'm an asshole. this is classic |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 06/07/05 at 01:01 AM "You laughed
as i iced it down."
hell hath no fury like a scorched tongue! |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 06/27/05 at 02:10 AM i like this one! your poetry is great. it has a way of putting images into my head without me having to do any work. it's awesome my brain can be lazy!! love it.
-patti |
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