Playing with language he tosses the words
\nAnd stirs them with his pen
\nIn the saucepan of the page
\nWhich he heats with ideas…. and then
\nHe tosses out on the plate of our ears a poem
\nFor us to taste and declare
\nIs the the Cordeun Blue chef or Poetry…
\nOr the biggest charlatan there!!! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Playing with language he tosses the words And stirs them with his pen In the saucepan of the page Which he heats with ideas…. and then He tosses out on the plate of our ears a poem For us to taste and declare Is the the Cordeun Blue chef or …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[2280,2282,1276,2281],"class_list":["post-2109","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing","tag-chef","tag-cook","tag-poem","tag-writer","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-y1","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":112,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/thought-i-a-poem-ill-write\/","url_meta":{"origin":2109,"position":0},"title":"Thought I – A Poem I’ll Write","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"10th November 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"Thought I: a poem I'll write For her every day, Though never loved was she by I My feelings for her I'd show in my own way. 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