I owned an inn, a B & B.
A secluded, private hideaway
that lured our guests from many lands
to sit and enjoy my best buffet.
My tables groaned aloud each morn,
so laden with each bounteous feast.
Bacon and omelets, burritos too,
cinnamon rolls, my masterpiece.
Arising early, I dug right in
creating dazzling arrays of food.
Aromas that would lure my guests
up from their cozy, comfy mood.
There were rainbows of juices, coffee too,
Colorful platters of eggs and ham.
Cheeses to eat with luscious fruits,
homemade biscuits slathered with jam.
Oh, I miss that wonderful B&B
as I lie in my bed 'til noon, so free.
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| Writing Prompt |
We all love eating food (well most of us), so why not write about Food? |
Author Notes
To The One Who Takes My Breath Away
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