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Death By Fondue Fork
by Terry OlynikHe bought the wrong cheese,
Havarti rather than fontina.
He opened the wrong wine,
An un-oaked riesling.
He set the flame too high
And she burned her mouth.
She had no choice. 02/03/2015 Posted on 02/03/2015
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/03/15 at 09:21 PM hehehehehehe |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/05/15 at 03:45 PM in the beginning of any relationship everything is sweet and there is no such thing as wrong anything. but then time has a way to make everything that was sweet and right, incorrectomundo and dour, hence these many odd duck slayings. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/04/15 at 09:14 PM HAH! Astute. The pacing here is perfect. It's this again and again. Until it isn't, that is. |
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