A salty tint
A milky flair
A spicy hint
An oily glare
A chilly feel
A soft firm block
Unless it's melted
Then it's hot
Yellow and white
Orange or bleu
Heavy, light
Rectangle or goo
Does it smell like a sock?
Does it smell like waste?
Does it smell like a dock?
Does it smell how it tastes?
The crinkling of bags
As you're wrapping it up
And the chewing you had
As you Muniched it up
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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