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