I love thee through the depth my gasps ignite
extolling pow’rful pungency each flight.
For your Simple Being, and appealing taste
I love thee past Common Sense and Anchovy Paste!
You quench my quiet crave for a heady bite;
I love thee Ideally, and am not contrite.
I love thy crunch, and fragrant purple haze;
I love thee with ev’ry stench-ed breath I make.
With my Belief, and my Fervent Craze,
I love thy wild, unruly rooting ache.
Without restraint, I love thy impudence
Thus yearn to feature you in ev’ry dish I make;
And vow to fore’er rise in your Defense.
I love thee through the depth my gasps ignite
extolling pow’rful pungency each flight.
For your Simple Being, and appealing taste
I love thee past Common Sense and Anchovy Paste!
You quench my quiet crave for a heady bite;
I love thee Ideally, and am not contrite.
I love thy crunch, and fragrant purple haze;
I love thee with ev’ry stench-ed breath I make.
With my Belief, and my Fervent Craze,
I love thy wild, unruly rooting ache.
Without restraint, I love thy impudence
Thus yearn to feature you in ev’ry dish I make;
And vow to fore’er rise in your Defense.
I love thy sonnet. I wish’d I’d penned it meself!
Thanks for the nice links to my blog Valerie! Cheers to you and your Bimby from across the mountains,
Ya, what you said.
I have to go have some garlic now.
You are hilarious…
HAHAHA! I love this Valerie! Or should I say, “oh hilarious sonnet, how I love thee”?
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