Dessert consisted of some sort of chocolate cake, cascaded with strawberries
washed down with a glass of milk.
One small Clementine,
a piece of not-fried chicken and
a couple of swigs of hot sauce to get the zip just right.
A slice of Cooper and a cookie
and another glass of milk.
I'm no longer hungry, but my mouth still is.
Ah food, the universal language. You could probably get a few more poems out of this one...think plums! An poet's inside joke!
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