. . .

When life’s bowl is impaired

By acrid aftertaste,

Broth and rice both ensnared,

Embittered and defaced,

Swiftly from memory,

A most trustworthy fridge,

Braving frigidity,

I build a foodie’s bridge.

.

I then commence transport,

And porter thoughts most sweet,

Of chocolate, comfort,

Cherries and cake to eat.

And when too sugary

My diet has become,

Life’s bitter cookery

Resumes its place on tongue.

. . .

Granville D. Austin