words to eat

 

...sire, and child, and happy mother.

Sonnet 8

 

ah how bitter in the city turned to desert
to be served with one's own words strained on a racket
perhaps for choice and then
succulent and toothsome choke them down
ah bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter

not like the muck they serve you down in Glasgow
said the Highland connoisseur
reported in National Geographic