Rain of Syrup
October 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
He hardly noticed the splendid party,
The dozen stunning neon potatoes,
The weirdly melodic chairs,
The aromas of beautiful meals.
It was the rain of syrup that held his attention.
He unfolded his umbrella, which got stuck halfway up.
Just then his secretive companion handed him a tub of molasses.
Not a snob, he dipped a spoon into the sticky root-beer colored puddle.
After all, starvation would be a calamity.