Saturday, April 19, 2014

But the pickles and brie fill my life with ennui

Anapaesto Sauce

If you see, on TV,
Someone looking like me
Who can cook for a fee:
Never guess that the spree
Of the pesto must be
Any less than the glee
Of my new fricassee.
But the pickles and brie
Fill my life with ennui
And I wish I could flee
From the studio, free.

-- Saturday, April 19, 2014.

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