Saturday, November 07, 2015
Fork
No fun encountering Larry when he was out eating. Wouldn’t, or couldn’t, put down his fork.
People excused themselves after minimal chat,
devising an escape fiction.
When wizzlebinks infested, he strapped the fork to a wrist.
Board of Health said chew as many as you wish. Practically pure, so remarkably clean, and of a nutty protein flavor.
You didn’t need a fork, though Larry preferred hearing the tiny scream.
Labels: Board of Health, foodie, gluttony, infestation, sadism
