I made custard.
the likes of which is yellow,
a milky-jello,
my mouth, a round “O”.
my buds need revival;
good food, yore and
more. It’s often me that
chases pigeons nested by
the building and makes a
dog yowl, a yank of it's tail.
Critters, I can’t help it,
this is, me.
Embodiment, bold.
Au natural, a figurative cook;
mutton chops, cream tarts
and a custard fetish!
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