Eclectic tastes are made in haste
Sticking like a butter paste
A jam of this and spread of that
Likes like yeast falling flat
Variety is the the spice of life
Wanton dashes flavors rife
Kitchens that brim with cooks
Ripping pages out of books
No sign of a true gourmet
Loving with no delay
Perhaps there is no taste at all
When one prefers the taste of all
love the imagery and subtlety of this poem. well done!
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Why thank you, Nutschell. That means a lot from one who loves writing as much as you do! Been loving your blog, btw :)
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