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)