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Aug 10
poem 3 comments challenge: Bake
Anna P.

Mine Lives Next Door

Why should I bake a best friend,
When I already have one?
Even if I tried to recreate you,
I doubt I would be able to.
I mean,
How could I bake in the ingredients,
For someone to tell me how soft my grass is,
Every      Single       Time
You come over?
A cup of cow maybe?
Or,
How could I add in the fact that you listen to me,
Every time I talk to you?
A dash of ears?
Or how could I add in,
That you laugh at your own jokes,
(Which are always hilarious)
A teaspoon of laughing gas?
It just doesn't make sense to me,
Why I would want to bake the perfect best friend,
When mine already lives next door.

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Posted: 08.10.17
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  1. Grace Safford
    Aug 11, 2017

    Oh gosh, this poem simply warmed my heart. This is a delightful response to this Summer of Stories prompt. The way you switched back and forth between your concrete, real examples, to the "cup of this" and "a dash of that" was so unique, and really solidified the "baking" theme of this poem. Plus, the switching really engaged me throughout.
    —GS, Intern

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  1. Anna P.
    Aug 11, 2017

    Thank you

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  1. Hannah Campbell
    Aug 15, 2017

    This is so sweet--this has a lot of interesting metaphors in it and has a lot of potential! However, I found myself a little confused by "How could I bake in the ingredients, / For someone to tell me how soft my grass is, / Every Single Time ? You come over?" Perhaps this is just a personal wordplay you put in here, or...?

    Hannah Campbell

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