Grotesque
Fresh baby berries blue, spread out in afternoon
On a fluffy smooth bed of cheesecake creamery
A surface filled with new red cherries mix
Clean peach slices cold and quite delicious
Fill in foundations on the side of delicate delights
A thin line of chocolate swirls above pure love
Deserts heaven is at the core of tasty pleasure
Too bad savages can't employ a fork
That would be too easy, normal and what for
Barbarians destroy the mood
Never learned to use a spoon
Filthy hands grab at the cake
Savages fill their faces full
Stuff it in with wild abandonment
Laughter remains with dirty plates
Manners and crumbs lay on the floor
*(This is an Epulaeryu poem with a twist)
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