License to a deliciousness the library card doesn't
sponsor--Yet my plate sits full, still dishwasher warm. In
this discovery of charm
bestowed upon by who cares, when the fork,
WAIT!
Is this a spoon job? I'd say this is what fingers
and napkins were for, except this
blushing that would match the cherry topping
If I was less crispy, with a succulent crunch crust
and more
milky smooth like an 'I Can't Believe it's Cake.' Wait!
We had chocolate milk yesterday, mess scrapped up this morning.
Swirled in plastic cups as a lunch drowner.
Chugged into mustached hiccups
with ham and cheese
sandwiches.
Such swine I once was who would never take a taste of this pointed peak.
A dash to the kitchen, haste near destructive for the
chocolate syrup-- 'Just a drizzle; make Ramsey proud.
Spoiled milk I once saw as kin to a veggie,
now adored for being simply heavenly.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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Comments (2)
"License to a deliciousness the library card doesn't sponsor--" I LOVE this line so much 🤣 I also appreciate the sensuality you evoked in the experience eating experience. Proust would be proud. 🤣🤣🤣 Great work! :)
Loved your poem! Now I'm craving for the cake in your cover pic, lol!