On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to transfixed vouyer
Probing unknown, chin agitated by revelation's rush
Patron wary of sandbar swayed by his colossal wake
Thaumaturge paramour aperture, a mollusc's burrow
Gasp, splutter, passage - sanctum, envelop and cove
Obstinate bow, depth sounding judge of her operandi
Taste bud enticement taramasalata melt into biscuit
Stalwart Steersman, sweet repertoire most romantic
Whale taming fables embrocate mute hearts smooth
Pourboire urges matinee performance, raised salutes
Second March
- set sail on money seas -
Reconcile from reality, - enjoyable voyage!
Categories:
taramasalata, allusion, boat, introspection, lust,
Form: Free verse
Taramasalata, not for me
Ground up fishes eggs
Looks like something that should be
Smeared on face or legs
Taramasalata, not for me
Sure ain’t finger lickin’
The only eggs I have for tea
Come out of a chicken
Taramasalata, not for me
Though I do like fish
Throw their eggs back in the sea
It’s one repugnant dish
Taramasalata, not for me
Bring another starter
That looks nice, what might it be
Taramasalata!
Categories:
taramasalata, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme