Cooking Up A Storm

Sandstorm mixed with rain and thunder,

Combined colors, sounds and wonder,

Feeling of cold imagined as real,

Conjured up wintery hearty meal,

Pea soup and bread to dip inside,

A new spongy recipe would be tried,

Change of mind meant flour to add,

But good idea turned quickly to bad,

Bake show mixing of cheese with dough,

What was there to learn or to know,

Who could wait for signs of ready,

Hot rolls eaten half raw and bready,

Mixed with broth of peas so green,

Uncooked bits could not be seen,

The wind howled, storm heating up,

As I lay in bed after eating my sup,

Stomach gurgled, howled as well,

Outside, inside, who could tell,

Cooking to beat of storm, no more,

Lest digestive tempest wages war,

Promise to stomach, weather beaten,

No more storms cooked, or eaten.

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