December 17th, 2011

Clay. Bill...Clay.

Nonsense, for the nonce (EDIT! I can also call this "Doggerel for docbrite")

Not completed but still amusing enough to me to make me want to post, here's some more of the attempted poetry I wrote in my day planner over the years:

Fragment, Jan. 18th 2003

Hollandaise can amaze Bobs and Rays for days and days
And Worcestershire can cause a sure expenditure (more sauce for her!)
But when we still want condiments that thrill us with astonishment
To be devoured in hurried zest the way wild boars eat chicken breasts
A transcedental ecstasy, to masticate a thing tasty
So when we say "It's heavenly," we really mean it, literally
And we demand the best-est taste, to cause tensions to escalate
-- The flavors and the flavor-nots, the one that wants what the other's got --
And flavoring makes savoring turn into reckless slavering

I imagine that being said in Bob Dylan's voice.

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