Sweet Or Salty
Auspicious was the day
Pleaded he was mother's labour to pay.
Father was going to cook
Handy was the recipe's book.
A surprise that became salty surprised
The meal looked alive but salty spiced.
He ate happily the sweet sorrow
We, happy teeth, sour tongue, earnestly pray for tomorrow.
How could he eat and smile away the salt?
Sweet or salty? A probe that came to halt.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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