I am walking around Basel
The city not the herb
I’m not doing a Basel
Because Basel is not a verb
The streets spew tongue twisters
From mouths of many shapes
Beautiful river vistas
With succulent seedless grapes.
In a few hours I wish to emigrate
Set up my life in this efficient city
After a while I understand
It’s not that good, it’s a pity
I’m leaving this multi-lingual haven
Flying to a single language home
knowing the food in the railway station
will satisfy the fussiest gastronome.
David Cox 24/07/24
EFG
Emeralds
elfin emeralds
exude earthbound energy ~
essence escaping
Fiera
fiery fireworks fun
fire flowers fauna flora ~
festive fairground fetes
Gourmand
gourmet gastronome
grumbles gets greasy gravy ~
gleeful glutton gloats
7-20-20
Let the Pens Flow – Alliteration
Sponsor: Jenish Somades
His more than ample physique,
was a profuse plethora of abundance,
a surfeit of shameless gastronome
that defined a cornucopia of excess
and a masticating overindulgence.
Such a pity to gormandize,
to binge, gorge, and satiate.
to devour in such excess,
in such morbid over indulgence,
in such heinous and nefarious gluttony.
His self-inflicted surfeit of sustenance
debilitated and shaped his identity, his image,
his gargantuan and elephantine appearance,
and nauseated and revolted all who gazed
upon his abominable and abhorrent obesity.
Un vacherin mont d'or
du chateabriand
et quelques oeufs en murette
caramel flottante
et chateau la fitte-
c'est si
bon !
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