photo by hungrybison

Damn you, you mother of maggots.

From pate en croute to soused courgette with chévre et brioche;

From sardines escabéche to the wild rabbit farci.

Finally to the whiskey caramel crème…

I have watched you defile my feast with your presence.

If I were only a bit more sober I would have ended your  life with a smack,

leaving only a red spot on the tablecloth.


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