Poetry by Peter Zelaskowski
Let’s
eat
If you were my fad
and I your fancy,
we could eat each other
and it wouldn’t be chancy.
I could be cauliflour,
to your cheese.
You could be salad,
to my dressing.
Then I, Courgette!
and
you, Aubergine!
rataTWOeeee.
Then we could be rhubarb
in a crumble
and sweet tender lovers
in a pie.
