In trying to eat a frozen ‘party pie’ I’d guess
maybe the statement equates to -“72 going
on five” - but taste beats any rationalisation
without doubt inviting reconsideration; - nor
is there any cause t’ debate which might be
better ways t’ ingest these magical morsels.
They become squishy out of the microwave
such you need at least two napkins in hand,
and a plate, conducive to the machinations
of a bandied tongues preferred in-pursuit-of
runaway-filling coordination or you wait until
they’ve cooled to a ‘bite and suck regimen’
Then there’s th’ crunch methodology we’ve
retained as the first-up and fall-back pose -
but your teeth need t’ know th’ consequent
effect of such stress on olden fangs; & altho
the harmony’s somewhere in the middle we
managed all three party pies - quite easily…
© 24 January 2018, I. D. Carswell
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