Come To My Table

I’ll serve you a plate of delicacies To fulfil all of your weird fantasies. A bowl of soup with a floating fish eye A side of fried crickets piled to the sky. There will be escargot in golden shells Not the kind once found in mossy wells. Octopus tentacles brought to the table Plenty of squid if you think you’re able. For desert, a green spun sugar tower A hundred-year egg, an edible flower. But ,if that does not to you seem a treat There’s a McDonalds right down the street! 9/25/16