Woodland Feast
When Mommy ate the mushrooms
she didn’t know I’d picked them
and cooked then up with onions
and garlic in best butter.
She only knew they tasted
of Camembert and Stilton –
her memory was wasted
of knowledge it was built on.
Hurray for fly agaric
and Death-cap’s graveyard pallor –
she slipped into a coma
and never did recover.
When Mommy ate the mushrooms
she didn’t know I’d picked them
and cooked then up with onions
and garlic in best butter.
She only knew they tasted
of Camembert and Stilton –
her memory was wasted
of knowledge it was built on.
Hurray for fly agaric
and Death-cap’s graveyard pallor –
she slipped into a coma
and never did recover.
6 comments:
Naughty child! Why would she kill off her Mama?
To have Papa to herself?
Oh horrid child!! Excellent poem, Rach.
*chuckles*
Thank you!
Beautiful example of the Electra Complex.
Though I still am in awe at your ability to keep this pace, Rachel. As I've gone back through all the blog posts I've missed from everyone, your consistency astounds me. The consistency and quality. My hat is off to you, dear.
Mourning becomes her ;)
Thanks Steph, though remember I don't have to work.
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