01-11-2018, 12:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-11-2018, 01:02 PM by Quixilated.)
It was a human mouth,
awful and malicious,
and devoured little children.
When It saw the child, It said
"I smell, I smell the flesh of men."
Then they came, her seven brothers,
and wanted to eat and drink.
The wicked boys took a knife,
cut off her little fingers,
and wrapped them carefully in a cloth.
But when she undid the cloth it was empty.
On seven little plates, her little fingers.
In seven little glasses, water against thirst.
They ate a morsel from each plate,
and from each little glass they took a sip.
She had no rest or peace. She was to blame.
The parents dared to keep the secret,
they embraced and kissed each other,
and went joyfully home.
"Let it cost what it might, we shall be free."
awful and malicious,
and devoured little children.
When It saw the child, It said
"I smell, I smell the flesh of men."
Then they came, her seven brothers,
and wanted to eat and drink.
The wicked boys took a knife,
cut off her little fingers,
and wrapped them carefully in a cloth.
But when she undid the cloth it was empty.
On seven little plates, her little fingers.
In seven little glasses, water against thirst.
They ate a morsel from each plate,
and from each little glass they took a sip.
She had no rest or peace. She was to blame.
The parents dared to keep the secret,
they embraced and kissed each other,
and went joyfully home.
"Let it cost what it might, we shall be free."
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara