The Rime of the Postmodern Mariner

More ramblings of Rhys Hughes.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Taste of Dandelions

I have been told that dandelions taste like honey. So I tried eating a few. But they don't. It's a fib, probably spread by bees.

To celebrate this fib I wrote a poem. It's not very good, mainly because I'm not a poet. Anyway, here it is:

Dandy Lion
stylish cat in a cravat
with cape and cane;

you thrill to nibble zebra cutlets
in absinthe sauce
until your little gutlets are quite full
at the Cafe Royal.

Such a decadent feast
for the king of beasts
is sure to make a stomach ache.

I wanted to add a line about hearing a "dandy lion whine" but I couldn't find a way of working it into the poem, so I left it out.


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