It Tastes Divine
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Rhyme pattern (looks good centered, but that is optional)
01- a- 8 syllables
02- b- 8 syllables
03- a- 8 syllables
04- b- 8 syllables
05- c- 4 syllables
06- c- 4 syllables
07- a- 8 syllables
08- b- 8 syllables
09- a- 8 syllables
10- b- 8 syllables
11- d- 4 syllables
12- d- 4 syllables
Dad dug some clams when I was eight,
to boil alive, to my chagrin
I heaved, contemplating their fate.
Oh, What the hell, just toss one in
he scolded me,
you can't beat free.
Dad assured me it'd taste great
but it looked like guts with no skin,
and doubtful, I stared at my plate.
Slurp it up, he said with a grin.
Gritty with sand,
it tasted bland.
I made a face at my first taste,
and my dad struggled not to laugh.
I knew he didn't like to waste,
so I gave him my other half.
Please finish mine,
it tastes divine.
It left a bitter aftertaste
and yet, I lied on my behalf,
sounding insincere in my haste.
It would have failed a polygraph
if dad had one,
but I was done.
(Posie)
8/29/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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