GONE WITH THE PIE
I’m not a gourmet of any exclusive kind,
but strangely enough I don’t know why
of all confectioneries I preferentially find
the most lovable one is the juicy apple pie.
At the Christmas time not a long time ago
succulent apple pie I had decided to bake.
All special choices my family had to forgo,
for I won the war for my love wasn’t fake.
With my venerable baking acumen at stake
all the ingredients I had carefully chosen
for an adorable pie I had to earnestly bake
in the glowing heart of my trusted oven.
What went so wrong I didn’t understand,
I was betrayed by the oven I believed blind.
As the burnt apple pie crumpled in my hand
I saw my scorched love gone with the wind.
December 13, 2018
Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy
But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries
Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries
Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense
Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff
October 23, 2018
A glass cup with a partially yellow-viscous liquid
filled just a little above half way
reflecting through a sharp angle, the rising sun
towards the thick and white woolly coverings
while sharing lips having the taste
of a throat rinsing chilled red wine.
Simultaneously eating warm confectioneries
from meaty tables of attractive bodies
picking each piece of popcorn
from allocated settlement of personal body portions.
Intentionally spilling chilled milk
on sacred anatomical planes
to mop it all out
with the ever longing wet tongue
all leading to a stage without a grand finale
just to make the road wet
for a sweet shower and a wonderful good morning.
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