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Click hereMy frazzled mind,
like lemon rind,
bitter, unkind,
has lost its zest.
Better, best,
and all the rest —
the egg, the crust,
the flour dust,
the pie pan's rust —
the stirring whang,
the cloudy tang,
the white meringue —
the wait, the heat
that bakes the treat...
I cannot eat,
nor take a bite;
my gut not right,
no appetite.
Ok I don't know what to make of it, I would have given it an 100 without blinking, if I saw more whang, tang ~ meringue. The rhyme looks random, not fully developed. But, I can't give it a 75 - 'cause I'm scared.
Laughing; Lauhing; Lauhing; I think I'd look it up under mood disorders...