A hot cross bun with cheese,
initially ‘Ol Bitey, an aged
cheddar if you please, with
flavour wasted on the spice,
but very nice. The second was
a further bun with soft and
creamy fetta; I know you’ll
feel much better if it was a
lissom last. It was – a glass of
brandy to redress the need
a palate used to cleansing
tastes of diverse food would
condescend. I don’t believe –
but once I did; if buns imbued
with crosses meant the same
to you you’d never let me say
the taste is great, placate your
quailing senses, try instead a
simple bite of history requited.
© 26 January 2008, I. D. Carswell
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