Plum Pud

What’s for afters?

Let me give you a secret

Whose truth will stick

Like a pip in your throat;

An innocuous poision,

For the fleshy sweet cherry

Is all there is to it; (for years you have so believed)

So that the truth of it chokes you

Evokes in you a rage –

This bitter dessert!

Til you find a way to spit it out -

Up and out – and then you’ll drown

Yourself in custard

And merrily eviscerate those who must have

Asked for it by being honest.

And congratulate yourselves on your normality

As truth germinates yet in the dirt at your feet.