I saw a prompt to ruminate and thought about my lunch
Was it good or was it baaa’d to rue mine ate a bunch?
My lunch was good, I’ll bring that up
And not eat more till it’s time to sup.
My mind is churning all the time. I twist the words to make them rhyme
And sometimes spit out a poem.
Then sheepishly, or like a goat, I chew my cud and try by wrote
To bring my focus home.
Today I’m writing out my thoughts
And working through addiction
My words are few and before I chew
I’ll call it my pre-diction.
Oh deer, I’ve tried to buffalo my way through this word and its elk.
I moose reindeer it in with a big g(ir)affe and forget about the whelk.
Animals that ruminate tend to like to graze
Their stomachs well ahead of the probiotic craze.
Ruminating has its place. I know it helps me see
I don’t really want to be Moo-reen. I’d rather instead be me.
Sugar addict ruminations on a word prompt.