Monday, January 21, 2019

012119c


Needs Something


He wasn't quite sure about the soup and
Leaned in to inhale its scent;
It bubbled suddenly, and a muscular green arm
Reached out of the pot to
Grasp Chef Pierre by the throat;
His eyes bulged, he clawed at the hairy wrist,
It was no use, inexorably he was drawn in,
Thrashing a bit at first, then limp as lettuce.
The pot bubbled, filling the room
With a rich, complex aroma.

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