You messed him up
by telling him apple pie
was orange like oranges
and he believed you
having little
experience of oranges
or apple pie
but when the crust
was lifted
the green ooze
no longer concealed
he realised
apples weren’t his thing
and wondered
if bananas were as yellow
as your skin by moonlight.
SHARE, MY PRETTIES, SHARE!
I have acolytes. We eat quiche. We will fight the Anti-Quiche and its dark summoner as foretold in well-cooked prophecies contained within the Book of Delia. I write poetry, stories, rustle up a little political prose and generally lark about with chickens and friends. I enjoy life more and more as time goes by. I've got books for sale. Buy them. They're very good. Ask an acolyte!
