Breakfast On The Plastic Tablecloth (Satire - Joke) Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

housekeeper, what there do you have?
I have the breakfast on the plastic
tablecloth
green potatoes
mouldy cucumbers
yellow pork fat from the daughter

sour cream
bad crescent shaped buns stuffed
with the wine are going
because with the marmelade
I still have a ring-shaped sausage
of sausage and of black pudding

several days'
and in them fresh botulin
who doesn't believe
let will try
his hand right away,
and he will poison.


eeee! it I am going
to the fresh dumplings.