I was able to combine three prompts into one poem.
For today’s prompt, write a taste poem.
Weekend Writing Prompt #254 — Yodel.
NaPoWriMo Day Ten, a love poem.

The Taste of my Own Medicine
I’ve chewed the bitter pill— Lipitor’s awful
but not as bad as testing the smoke detector battery
with my pink flesh completing the circuit,
leaving metallic electricity.
My mother would wash my mouth out with soap,
my wife left strawberry wax and cigarettes on my lips,
but for love, nothing tastes like Swiss Cake Rolls
except Yodels.
What a fantastic conglomeration of prompts allowing a peek into your life. Thank you for sharing and very well-written by the way. 😉
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Thanks, Gypsie! My life is all about Swiss Cake Rolls.
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How wonderfully sweet!! 😊
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And creamy!
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(Blush) Now you tease…. !! 🙈
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Love the cute poem. The pic makes my stomach clench.
On Sun, Apr 10, 2022 at 4:56 PM Bartholomew Barker, Poet wrote:
> Bartholomew Barker posted: ” I was able to combine three prompts into one > poem. For today’s prompt, write a taste poem. Weekend Writing Prompt #254 — > Yodel. NaPoWriMo Day Ten, a love poem. The Taste of my Own Medicine I’ve > chewed the bitter pill— Lipitor’s awfulbu” >
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BTW, you made me look up some stuff.
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Thanks! Glad I made you look stuff up. Spread the knowledge, that’s my motto.
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Love it, well done and I am now inspired to try this as well! 🤗
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Love Swiss Cake rolls too and Twinkies. 😊
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Thanks! Let’s keep eating the Swiss Cake Rolls.
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Yes, for sure! 🤗
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Yum?
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Yum!
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My mouth is now filled with weird taste.
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Then my job is done.
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