More bad poem of the week goodness. Bloody inspired, I reckon. Feast….ponder…gag.
love is not a malteser, is it?
by eppo nimmus
I think love is not like a Malteser, dropped in a cup of hot tea.
It just might be, if it bobbed up and down,
making a proverbial little storm,
all the while the scalding liquid melted its chocolate exterior.
It could be, were a split to appear and bubbles to issue forth,
as the air trapped within escaped through the gooey breach.
The hot tea would rush in and a golden spray of dissolved honeycomb
would burst
pfffffff!
spectacularly across the tea brown surface within the mug.
The empty chocolate shell being shrivelled and puckered, would sink into
the murky depths, slooowly meelting…
If it was like that, eventually all that would remain is a thick, oily slick
on top of a cup of clouded and sickly, cold tea.
I hope it is not at all like that.
