Stinking oil
oh that shrimp cocktail
come back, come back
You are in my freezer
But I fear to defrost and
eat you
When were you flash frozen?
Before, or after that dirty stuff
got in your little pink body
and turned it black?
I still taste you
in my dreams
come back, come back
You are in my freezer
But I fear to defrost and
eat you
When were you flash frozen?
Before, or after that dirty stuff
got in your little pink body
and turned it black?
I still taste you
in my dreams
I just love this little ode to the shrimp you have written
fav
Good force to the piece. Estelle. The light tone of the opening gives way to the dark work that is destructive - and then the taste in dreams. Nice way to close. Enjoyed the read.
Susan and Sam, thanks for liking my oil story.
Sam you are always kind.
You cleverly bring the whole mess home with this tiny anecdote. Brilliant, Estelle. Fav.
many thanks Jack, and for that fav
A great take. It brings the loss home, simply and powerfully. *
so glad you found it simple and powerful.
thanks so much
This is great, witty, to the point. Love it!
thanks for loving it Jules, we need some silly ones sometimes.
Funny but so to the point. Nice little tale here... and the last line works really well. Not funny at all.
right, Michelle, not funny at all. Thanks so much