Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

I’m An Electric Beater

Gee, it’s fun to be a beater!
Twirl, swirl, swish!
Turn me high, or turn me low,
Any speed you wish.
I will make you luscious cakes,
Whip cream mountains high,
Beat eggs white thick and foamy,
For a lemon pie.
Fill my bowl and turn me on,
Watch my beaters go.
But I have a lot more fun
On high speed than low!

~Dana B. Nelson

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Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. Photographer. Capturing My world. Sharing My perspectives.

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