Another fun poem.

Today's Special: An Ode to Caffeteria Food

Eye of newt, and tongue of frog, lipid lips from a rancid bog.

Ear of trout, and toe of turtle, month old milk left out to curdle.

Beetle bunions set to fester, moldy crust from a rusted toaster.

A dash of sulfur, cyanide powder, flakes of snakes in New England chowder.

Mix in splinters from the floor, add a rotten apple core.

Eat it fresh, balls and all, with a dash of Dead Sea salt.

Feeling sick? A bit inert? Then you will surely love desert.

--K. Presson 3/10/07