Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Shaina's Ham (poem, anecdote)

Moist, succulent, dripping, and hot.
The roast basted and bubbling.
Ham sizzled open on the pot.
Salivating mouth droplets doubling.

Pink chunks fell from the knife, 
a spoon could have served just as well...
Never had I been so eager in my life
to taste what I now retell:

Salty, tangy, crunchy, munchy.

It's texture was of a sponge lost in heaven, I had one piece, I also had seven.

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