This week's Wednesday words from Our Feathered Nest:
Incline, recline, divine, bovine, ravine, machine
valentine, engine, pine, enshrine, leonine, clandestine
Delores, your so devious . . .
Which to choose. Which to choose. Ah, scrap it, I'll take 'em all!
How can one not see poetry in these words?
Oh, Valentine, my Valentine,
Toward your kitchen, I incline.
What ecstasy again is mine,
Your bread is great, your cakes, divine.
At night upon my bed, recline,
For gastronomic Heaven pine
And toss my head, all leonine,
And think of trips so clandestine.
I’m lost in hunger’s great ravine,
Until I hear the bread machine.
And know perfection will be mine,
My engine fueled by food sublime.
Though my figure trends toward ‘bovine’.
Your name upon the stove enshrine.
And write in letters nine-by-nine,
My heart is yours, my Valentine.