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What's for dinner?

'What's for dinner, chef?' said the house fly,
From his perch on the roll of kitchen towel.
He wasn't to know.
'Nothing you'd like.' I sighed
'Surprise me!' he replied.

It is summer, and last night,
Mosquitos robbed me of blood and sleep.
So when cooking a pasta sauce,
Zoroaster's recourse
Is a creed that I heed.

'Go on, surprise me!'
So I did. And I was right.
He didn't like it.

 

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◄ Port of Spain

Dame Luz, o Dios ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (24283)

Mon 29th Jun 2020 14:09

Po, I'm the last to laugh here?

Philipos

Mon 29th Jun 2020 13:46

Nice one Fitzroy - originality that's what we all crave. ?

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