Air inside

Blown up with air, that’s what are all:
hand- and foot- and this puffball.
One kick, however, will suffice
that this one is no longer nice.

Your foot will sink in brownish matter
that up to the socks might spatter.
But if you know where puffballs grow
you should in good time have a go.

Because when they are not yet ripe
you can cut them stripe by stripe.
Coat the slices in breadcrumbs,
bake them, taste them: up the thumbs!

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Aus meinem Buch:

Interesting pictures prompted contemporary thoughts to be put in concise rhymes. They became a booklet for some pleasurable days – or just poems which might provoke thought or even opposition.

Autorin: Anne Reimerdes
Taschenbuch: 70 Seiten
ISBN-13: 979-8721269004
Erschienen: 13. März 2021

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