Monday, 28 November 2011

A pome.

Ode to the Anchovy.

Oh Anchovy!
The way you look at me
So Salty
You taste of the sea.
Some may groan
And complain of small bones

The fools

Not alone
You lay prone
Under the grill heater
And nothing could be neater
Or sweeter
Than to end on pizza.

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