Me and the whisk
Oh, it's just me and the whisk in the kitchen, stirring up some wonderful goodness
Which I will later eat way too much of
Oh, the things I have made with this amazing whisk, in all of its whisk-iness
Will forever inspire me
Will keep me sane in my darkest days
The memories I have with me and the whisk I will take to the grave, and never share
For they are too special for me to tell anyone else
And besides, no one understands me like the whisk
The wonderful inanimate object which stirs things
Oh, the whisk, I will forever love all of your useful metal parts
I will never forget
How loyal a friend to me you were
When I needed you the most
I knew I could count on you, whisk
The way I always have
And always will.
-sometime in summer 2020, something really random i wrote
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PoetryA collection of poetry, all written by me. Some of its kind of sad, and kind of dark. But it's all based, however loosely, on real life. A note before you read: I'm glad you're taking the time to read my poetry :). But before you do, I'd like to m...
