Pantry

tiny dessert poems I have stocked

or demitasse refreshments with their

little gold spoons clinking

the playhouse china for awhile

whenever I run through my allotment

of ducats, Spanish ruby necklaces or other

plunder or it starts to thunder;

it's cloudy but it's clear

we won't get groceries today..

have another bowl of 500-bean

soup I brought from Jack last May

before his Mother threw the shoe at him.

I'm getting rather sick of it.

even if fantastically like all his stories-

you'll never get to the bottom of it.

eat up. feel right at home

while it rains and rains.

and for dessert please take,

oh, no, please do:

another slice of

lemon meringue poem.

mary angela douglas 16 september 2013