For the cooking editor, I have a query,
as my darling wife is sad and teary.
If the proof of the pudding
is in the eating, mate,
you may be interested
in what she served up on my plate.
She followed your 'design' to a 't',
but it is, plainly, a faulty recipe.
I don't mean to be jocular,
but is this my due reward
for purchasing your book sir,
which I could ill afford.
It was supposed to be a chocolate torte' lush
but I could imprint your face
by smearing it with this slush.
And that's just my intent if you don't repent,
for not one single raising agent did you represent!
© 2017 cherryk
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| This poem was written for the Ten Word Challenge,
This week's words:
Harvest - Equinox - Acorn - Foliage - Branches - Hues - Migration
- Growth - Frost - Gourd
* 10/10 Week - all ten words must be used in only ten
lines of verse.