Matter of Taste

Once I made up a recipe in haste,
found that it had quite a special taste.
Little bit of salt, a little honey,
didn’t need to spend a lot of money.

I poured water and I watched it boil,
didn’t mind all the time and toil.
Lots of veggies and a slew of spicing,
so delightful how it was enticing!

It seems that what’s consumed of late
is salted with the taste of hate
so I would love to serve and sate a hunger...

  When they tried it they proclaimed to angels,
  they jumped up and danced upon the table.
  They released a sigh along with laughter,
  they enjoyed it then and then thereafter.

There was more good flavor in the making,
devil’s food cake that I enjoyed baking.
While still hot I added heaps of frosting,
there were nary any tastes accosting!

So I served it and I saw their faces,
hatred was without a hint of traces.
There were grins and lots of joy abiding,
all the hounds of hate had stopped colliding.

It seems that when the taste is love
it counteracts the push and shove
from dining at the table of contention...

  When they tried it they proclaimed to angels,
  they jumped up and danced upon the table.
  They released a sigh along with laughter,
  they enjoyed it then and then thereafter.


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Writer’s Cramp
April 6, 2014