Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Slurping the yummy broth made her taste buds dance
Oregano and tomato played the bass notes
Under the delightful melody of lemon zest high notes
Pasta applying the percussion on her tongue
What do you mean I shouldn’t have done it?
As if I was going to listen to your blabbering
Really, you just have to be a man, and let’s face it, you’ve got breasts
Now then, can you help me unstick my tongue form this fence?
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Oscar proudly walked down the red carpet with Sasha on his arm
Rarely had the whirl of cameras and flashes popping been so soothing to his nerves
Now if it were a normal day he would be duck and covering
Always trying to avoid unwanted attention
Many times it was inevitable and he just had to bite his tongue
Even when the paparazzi grew belligerent
Nearing the head of the line he pasted on his million-dollar smile
The fact he was Sasha’s ‘and one’ never bothered him. He liked being arm candy
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Gift of gab sometimes got Lacey into trouble
Letting flippant wisecracks float off her tongue
It made the wee ones giggle with glee
But the butt of her remarks was less than pleased
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Marking her address on the envelope
Agnus Abercrombie placed in her handwritten letter
It sealed with a quick flick of her tongue
Last piece of personal postage was sent 7/4/2066
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Dexterity was never his strong suit
Except when it came to his cleverness with words
Fast-talking was how he made his living
That slight of tongue showed true nimbleness
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Chicken crunched satisfyingly as she chomped down
Relishing the fatty juices playing with her tongue
It made her soul dance with joy
So it surprised her when Bill complained about her chewing
Perhaps he needed to be breaded and deep-fried
Yes, that would make him more palatable
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When Glenda put the curse on Bill he just laughed it off. He was doomed to not be able to taste salt, ever. He could put the whole shaker right on his tongue, but nothing would happen.
Bill thought this was the lamest curse, but over time he found himself eating less and less. He didn’t bother going out to dinner anymore. There was never any joy in food. Other tastes faded into monotony.
His life devolved into the blandness he experienced eating. He went to ask forgiveness, but Glenda passed away weeks before.
All he could say was, “Blah.”
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Slip sliding along the sidewalk
Noting each cloud I exhale
Overcast skies drop huge flakes on my tongue
Winter has decided to play with me
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