Ten reads the timer
really too long to wait
But my patience will be rewarded
the taste will compensate
Beautiful foresights
of when that oven opens up
The aroma a sweet smack
that will have me begging like a pup
Laziness forgotten
in fact I run
Cause when that timer goes off
I know my pizza rolls are done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful foresight, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.