Leftover Graze

If, like me, you should suffer a serious graze,
And some gauze for repair should select,
It isn’t a thing to surprise or amaze —
A matter of gauze and defect!


Leftovers from twenty nineteen:
The daintiest dish that ever you’ve seen;
A potion to double-addict,

The first time in my life that I have sampled anything with cannabis, hemp, dagga, marijuana, kif, weed, or any other of its nicknames.

Good egg, but with pests that infest,
Small troubles big bites can inflict,
A pile you don’t want to ingest:
I would not recommend to a queen —
Unless her kids shooting had been!

1 fake egg;
1 fake poop;
1 fake cockroach;
1 fake spider.
(All courtesy of Christmas and the grandkids. R insisted on adding the wee beaker of lichi juice — I can’t think why.)


© January 2019 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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7 Responses to Leftover Graze

  1. and he was I thinking it was a rather overcooked mushroom,
    Good to see you got it right in the first line of your stanza


  2. Sue W says:

    Perhaps R believes in a balanced diet!


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