The Recipe
A piece of palate poetry…
There was nothing the diner ate before that was similar to the taste.
The diner loved the dish so much not one bite went to waste.
The diner was hated all around town for not being very nice.
That meal the diner didn’t order the dish just once…
It was so good that the diner ordered it TWICE!
That diner was known ALL about town for calling anyone a nasty name.
That diner always had a complaint with everyone else to blame.
They said they’d be happy to make some more they just needed a rare ingredient or two.
Again the diner was loud and rude and told them hurry to get what they needed to.
The diner waited a while got rude again and asked what was taking so long.
They asked the diner to wait patiently because they didn’t want to make it wrong.
Finally the diner was presented with a second plate.
The diner ate it fervently and thought that it was well worth the wait!
The diner asked what the secret ingredient was after eating the last bit…
That’s when while holding their firearms they told the diner… It was their SHIT!!!
About the Creator
Christopher “CJ” Herring
Poetry from a Black gay male poet about the alternative lifestyle experience and life in general. Also, creative writing… I enjoy writing challenges!



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