Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Ode To An Insect, Drowned In Gravy

O, cruel Fate -
Which granted thee such untimely death;
Hapless in thy flight
Thou fell into my plate,
And there in my reluctant sight
Thou struggled in the liquid for each breath;
As I watch thy every convulsion
I thought -
What good riddance!

*RIP*

3 comments:

Chris said...

You sounded like some psychopath looking at his/her victim dying by torturing them and enjoying them.... man!
Yes Clarice...

neil said...

Nobody appreciates my poetic talent! Sigh :P

chris said...

It is just a bit sarcastic of writing a poem for a insect dying in your gravy... it proves that the gravy is lethal... do you cook it with melamine