A Breakfast Get Up To Grow Poem by Emancipation Planz

Heart, crosses and almond eyes stares
Tis time for breakfast and kindness cares
Buttercups, roses and counting down sleeps
for when special meets special, life turns sweet

Tomorrow we meet by the old green clock
Let’s lounge poetry, sink in softness spots
and toss verses medley high in her wok
as time has gifted to us, grand key to unlock

There’ll be something to munch on, flesh to graze
Delicious, nutritious, as we blue sky lay
There’ll be break flesh to drink
soothing throats as it sinks
T’would be a Get Up to Grow
Yes, Hxx..
me doth think...