Jon Nakapalau

the gods serve only humble pie

any kind of crust you want

milk or coffee days
tea also for evenings 

but the filling is always the same
and we all must leave the table full

slice by slice
under whipped cream mountains covered with sprinkle fields 

bite by bite
till the day

you curse that liar
little jack horner

for plum blinding you. 

Comments2

  • Trenz Pruca

    Thank you. I never really trusted Jack.

  • Goldfinch60

    That plum is one of the fruits I eat most days.

    Andy

    • Jon Nakapalau

      I think I will follow that advice Andy!



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