Grotesque

Manners... good enough to eat

                         Grotesque

Fresh baby berries blue, spread out in afternoon

On a fluffy smooth bed of cheesecake creamery

A surface filled with new red cherries mix

Clean peach slices cold and quite delicious

Fill in foundations on the side of delicate delights

A thin line of chocolate swirls above pure love

Deserts heaven is at the core of tasty pleasure 

Too bad savages can't employ a fork

That would be too easy, normal and what for

Barbarians destroy the mood

Never learned to use a spoon

Filthy hands grab at the cake 

Savages fill their faces full

Stuff it in with wild abandonment

Laughter remains with dirty plates 

Manners and crumbs lay on the floor 

 

Author's Note

*(This is an Epulaeryu poem with a twist)