27 July 2006

Poetry Thursday: Food

Baked chicken breast
No skin, no bone, no sauce
Surrounded by steamed
Carrots and squash.
The meat is moist
Yet bland.
With every bite I take
It whispers,
"You're on a diet,
You can't deny it,
And the lust in his eyes
Has vanished."
Why do I put up with this?
I should have gotten the bratwurst--
It never talks back.

--Dani Sanders 25 Jul 2006
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