Make It Fresh
No...
I'll pass!
I'd rather have something substantial.
Something I can base and establish,
A relationship on!
'Sir...
I am asking what you would like.
From our menu.
Would you like more time?
Sir? '
OH...
Forgive me.
I digressed.
Yes...
I'd like to have your breasts,
Of chicken.
With lots of foliage...
Greens steamed.
If you will.
And make it fresh.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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