The Flavors Of The Month Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Flavors Of The Month

In love are the saint's and the devil's mischiefs,
One word is good as the other,

Worshippers beware of the perils,
There are cliffs and thorns,
And flowers strewn along the way,

The path to crying out loud when you lost a cherish wife,
Or curse with disbelief when she's leaving you,

The magic of miracles and the tragedy of a storm,
As it drowns an islandor send a man in greater heights to the sky,

All's the whisperers to the ears and taste of the mouth,
The favorite or dislikes in our foods and gate ways to digestions.

All's the whisperer of the good and the bad signs,
If you can sing and this lifetime entitles you to a wishmaster.