Thanks to everyone who participated on this round of Exquisite Corpse:
Guitar strings and fried eggs
Make a messy combination
But quite a celebration
A mandolin, or mandoline?
Plumpylumps, Plumpy, Plumpylumps
was the sound he heard repeated
With frets and bacon reheated.
BUT! OH! The bacon grease!
Floating on the drip-can of his soul.
Music and aromas wake me.
Percolation and vibration.
Bearded chefs turn me on quickly.
Curls of steam and tobacco smoke.
Pelting us with rocks and garbage
A Spanish omelete, anyone?
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