like in rugby... you get tackled...
wearing nothing more
that queen jewels protection...
and... well... gleba...
which means: you hit the floor,
hard, tackled in the air,
with a chance of a spinal
injury...
         but what the hell do i care...
i'm making an autumnal
concoction of vegetables,
baked, infused with cumin seeds,
a cinnamon stick,
balsamic vinegar, honey,
olive oil and a dash of worcestershire sauce...
which, if you peel the onion tongue...
is pronounced: Woo-ster...
odd..
    so where did the extra omicron
come from?
and the missing rho, "kappa",
epsilon, sigma,
sure η (eta), 'ooks like an
H...      certainly looks like one...
but i'm starting to think that
the Greeks perfected the cognitive
laugh... they don't laugh out-loud...
   iota, rho, epsilon... where did these letters
go?
so seasonal veg...
  and a butter & lemon
        roast chicken...
- but mind you, i hate political
commentary...
but why do the H'americans adore
Nigel Farage so much?
   to me he's just a rat that jumped
ship...
            he abandoned the party
after securing his argument...
and left it in disarray...
           he's not a politician
to be esteemed,
           or respected...
                     he bailed ship!
**** it, whatever...
        i'm more engrossed in baking
these vegetables,
and this lemon-butter chicken
to begin with.