My Blue Cheese Is Fish
Greasy fish, swimming in oil,
Helplessly lying on my plate.
It makes my taste buds boil and toil,
I guarantee, it’s less than great.
It’s shapeless, floppy, and limp like worms,
It smells like a pile of waste.
And I can’t even find the accurate terms,
To describe the taste.
Colorless and soggy,
With hazardous bones that you can’t see,
It makes my vision foggy,
It’s not the food for me.
Copyright © Paulina Wodarz | Year Posted 2018
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