I was back in Cardiff to visit family last weekend. This poem turned up on the train back.
You ask me:
What does it need?
Your tastes run to salty
And I must dodge the
Obvious clichés.
I say: it's lovely, but
It needs a high note
To complete it;
Drip in more of that -
Stir well.
I have compromised everything
And this is the final
Absolution as you,
Unsure but colluding,
Use my father's taste to confirm
What I learned after my mother's parting -
This intercontinental blend
Needs more honey and lemon.
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