"indigestables" poems
How strange
That this inedible feast
Should be arranged with such care:
Place one greenandorange gourd here,
No here! And –- oh!
But there are so many
miniature vegetables to be sorted.
**** The pumpkin could not hold its position.
Well, we’ll have to see to that, presently.
This ceremony lingers for hours
Beneath the well-placed coffee poster instructing
“Éviter les Contrefaçons”
Avoid the Counterfeits.
And all the while Mother arranges a
cornucopia of assorted indigestables.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC