The Taster

All of these good things, were saved up, like cookies, mama cooked. She baked 'me', you know. Daddy had a part in that, too. I don't know, why...you look all 'puckered up', like you bit a bitter? Yes, I do! It's the end of the world, you think, and all the tins of all the sins are opened now. You've tasted more than a few...you greedy little gut! But, you would 'never' own up! So 'bon apetite'!

Namaste


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: holiday cookies, google pic