Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Jelly Rolls 😂

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a joke poem. 

Jelly Rolls

I have two chubby thick n'
waffle golden brown
ones on my belly.

No bake;
They naturally rise up & fall down.

I call them team double trouble
'cause they always rolling in the deep.

No butter;
They're angel soft & smell florally sweet.

Far from being edible;
they can be poked,
kissed, licked & caressed.

And, if I laugh out loud,
they'll jiggle then wiggle
for a while.

And, if I sweat out loud,
they'll melt away, off my
abdomen after a while. 😂

💜D'ElegantOne 

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