On a good day
I’m a low fat salad
Delicious, nutritious, unconfusing
To which two dozen ingredients have been added
For even on a good day there must be variety
A single lettuce leaf, two slices each of
Cucumber and tomato
Would never cut the mustard
On an even better day
That is to say, when I am bad
When I am a witch’s cauldron
Of wicked flavours, which
I allow to churn and turn
Stir and blur
I will cause indigestion
If you should taste what I have brewed
You can choose.
I do have friends who love me only on my salad days
When I am green from judgement…
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