Let’s get one thing clear, chéri—
Some brainless poetasters say
You should never, ever serve
Soul in a poem as the main entrée,
With spirit and heart
As side orders, all taboo
For offal-eating fools dying
To eat their words
And have them too, a tad bit
Too tasteless for the likes of me
And you?
A delicious poem, Vassillis.
ReplyDeleteNice of you to drop by this old victualer's greecey (sic) spoon ; even nicer to hear the fare went down well.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's nice to always receive such a warm welcome and excellent service. I'll drop by for some more.
Deletepoetasters check for poison in the verse...invaluable when dead.
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's time to resuscitate an old, albeit at times distasteful profession--the food taster!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/hitlers-food-taster-reveals-the-horrors-of-the-wolfs-lair-9738880.html