I am black coffee and red wine.
I am carrots and celery and sometimes Kalamata olives.
I am salad.
I am raw fish and smoked oysters.
I am chicken on the grill.
I am not coffee ice cream or red velvet cake.
I am not chocolate mousse or raspberry trifle.
I am so not crème brûlée.
Once in a while I am a piece of apple pie,
but not the kind with crumbs on top.
4 thoughts on “I am not dessert”
Have you ever read the wonderful poem by Billy Collins called Litany? It is a very silly poem about metaphor – Yours is a different view =also very clever. k.
Oh, do you know, I have read it. Very funny–especially when you hear it read aloud. I was not thinking about it at the time, but who knows what lurks in the unconscious. 🙂
I love this one! Also gives me ideas for food celebrations we can share … which are as you know my favorite kind!
I can’t help it–this one just makes me laugh out loud. 🙂