prompt: sugar bowl
Got me a sugar bowl
and a honeypot
keep ’em on the shelf
but taste ’em a lot
sweet sugar kisses and honey wine
not much else in this life is so fine
little bowl of sugar, put your spoon on my tongue
pot of clover honey, you’re a song the bees sung
(I was listening to old bluegrass music during this freewrite. Haven't written a rhyming poem in...ten years? a while.
Thanks for reading.)