fillet-of-who?

Seeing as I don’t have a fully developed topic to post right now, I’m going to give you a somewhat scandalous glimpse of my writing style via a sample of poetry. You’ll discover that this piece blends the mythic with the erotic, the religious with the sensual, and the culinary with the romantic. I give you…

Ode to a Cadbury Cream Egg

With your chocolate so rich
And your cream so divine
You mimic an ovum
You make my face shine

I know you’ll be there
Oh, just before spring
How happy I’ll be
My pelvis I’ll swing

You dance with my tongue
With your nectar so pure
Desire’s my ailment
And you are the cure

Your taste makes me grin
Your casing is foil
In waiting for you
My pants I may soil

I know your colors
Red, blue, yellow, green
When you catch my gaze
The world is serene

You bring life to the moment
You bring light to the day
And the eighty-nine cents
Is a mere price to pay

Like a small infant savior
On soft bed of straw
A rare breed of confection
The one egg I’ll eat raw

Your entire perfection
Encased in the shell
Of milk chocolatey goodness
That cages the spell

That hexes me promptly
Like lover’s soft kiss
I fear it’s a weakness
That I cannot dismiss

Resistance is futile
I’m only one man
Avoid the temptation?
Well I don’t think I can

With one single bite
So certain to please
I’ll brave judging eyes
And vast calories

I savor the bliss
I relish your yoke
And after you’re swallowed
My nipples I’ll stroke

You’ve bade me to sin
And with haste I’ve obeyed you
What magnificent fowl
Of myth must have layed you?

It must be a phoenix
With proud crimson lashes
For when spring equinoxes
You rise from the ashes

And a creature of habit
I wait every year
For the first glimpse of wrapper
And Easter grows near…

I’ll tell myself maybe
Perhaps if I try
I’ll persuade you to stay
With no tearful goodbye

But it’s part of your magic
That no mortal can tame
So fleeting, so fickle
A nymph’s playful game

Tell me now temptress
Would you taste quite as good
If you stayed here year round?
No, I’m not sure you would

I can never be certain
If love’s true or fake
Like a vampire doomed
My heart is at stake

For come May or come June
You’re ne’er to be seen
But we’ll meet again
My sweet egg of cream

Thank you and goodnight.