Condiments - 15 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Condiments - 15
The chicken had died
Of suicide sauce
Loved the wording and play on them. Maybe I will have to travel to France or Canada to commit suicide, oh! No! , to taste the suicide sauce….
My compliments, Richard. This is a brillaint series and I am enjoying every tangy verse!
Your poem was the inspiration behind the series. Just like others of yours for my poems. Very grateful to you for that, M.J.!
Somtimes, I've eaten chicken wings with suicide sauce. And they nearly killed me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/15/2025 6:38:53 AM # 1.0.0
This was a great series dear poet. However, all the episodes of your other series are absolutely creative, interesting and wonderful dear poet. Stay blessed!
That really means a WHOLE LOT TO ME, Friend Dillip! I am blessed with the support and encouragement of you and other esteemed poets on PH. So very many THX!