The batch is stewing,
A concoction is brewing.
There is poison in the pot.
Stop! Come with me
To the garden and see
What poison is in the pot.
The ingredients are there
And recognition laid bare
The poison in the pot.
A mistake was wrought
What was thought
To be poison was not.
A concoction is brewing.
There is poison in the pot.
Stop! Come with me
To the garden and see
What poison is in the pot.
The ingredients are there
And recognition laid bare
The poison in the pot.
A mistake was wrought
What was thought
To be poison was not.
2009 Dream Poetry Series--Poison in the Pot by L.D.Barnes
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