You little dumpling...
So fluffy and endearing,
floating on that sea of brown,
appearing
as a bloated whale.
I won't be interfering
with your buoyancy.
Won't even be peering into the pan.
I'm waiting for the moment
when you, dumpling, are dumped
upon my plate,
plumped by the gravy
and surrounded by meat
for me to eat.
Yum yum......
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dumpling/
