Sugared Caviar
In any argumentation,
there's none as unanswerable
as a smug diner's opinion.
You gush about chilled champagne,
To my unschooled taste buds,
that's simply bottled, sugared rain.
And you adore sturgeon caviar.
To my unpolished palate,
that's salty clay dipped in tar.
No debate about the agendum.
No dispute in matters of taste:
De gustibus non est disputandum!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2010
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