Back in our green unripened salad days
Stale custom microwaving singletons,
Taste’s textured to youthful desire’s gaze
We’d slice and break apart tenderest heart
To feed appetites consumed by beauty’s glaze.
Then one mouth-wateringly fêted day
Fate’s chef served to plate us together
But deserting me you would not to stay
And I, sipping the one cafe au lait
Knew then heart’s burn, no desert might allay.
When next we met ‘neath mock-flock wallpaper
(Decorous haunt and nearby restaurant),
You sang ‘Poppadom Preach’ at the waiter,
T’was then I first sampled, oh! Angelic Delight
That sumptuous taste—love at second bite.