cozy prosey

She wondered if anything could be more cozy than her cup of tea,

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his prose, it made her cozy,
his poems, they filled her cup,
his words, they toasted toesies,
his meter warmed her up.
a cuddle-fest in written form,
lines laced with hugs and stew,
a feast to fill your every want,
to make you feel brand new.
she ate a verse for breakfast,
wrapped herself in stanza three,
then laid down for a needed nap,
while rhymes rocked her to sleep.
now she'll want no more for snuggles,
and she'll ask no more for tea,
for while those lift you for a bit,
these words, they keep their heat.