Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Angry young lady with a custard fetish.

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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