Poem: Christmas Food

Food.

So bad, yet so good.

So many colours, so many textures.

So many food poisonings taken for the pleasure.

 

You gave me gout last Christmas Eve,

But I don’t hold it against you, you see,

For I know our relationship is solid.

Once the doctor unclogs my arteries.

 

This Christmas things will be different.

You promised we’d take things slower.

If I end up back in the kidney stones ward.

I’m afraid our fond relationship may be over.

 

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Ah, gout … let me guess, no gift receipt? I love your poem. – tsk

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    1. Natasha says:

      Hahaha sadly not! Thanks so much Tony, I really appreciate your feedback.

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