Sushi
Love not too much by many,
Edible flavor found in Sushi,
Press into ball shape Varity,
Smelled raw like the sea.
Etiquette cuisine as distinct as nature,
We look away leaning across the table,
And see scattered rice and Nori,
Lay bare and feeble.
We are very tired when we are hungry,
Many fingers to this palate would drop,
Eating Sushi rolls to make merry,
Even if given bucketful of gold.
Rather eat an apple or a pear,
Than fermented fish evolved as it descend,
From the mouth to later appear,
Where the wind comes cold.
Wash with the morning vapor,
Separate thoughts wept and crept,
To ease the accentuated flavor,
Wrapped floundering in secret.
poem by Gerry Legister
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