LPiA-22 Nov. 11

[dukealien]

Hell’s Fritters


It’s no secret that fried clams
(mussels and scallops, too)
make me deathly ill–
that’s in all my records,
fifteen minutes later up they come.

Oddly enough, no prob
with oysters or clam chowder
(even nasty red Manhattan).

My secret is that
I still love them with
an Epicurean passion which insists
I try some just to see
if perhaps this time, this sauce, this recipe...

Urp... Nope.

Odder yet, fried calamari
taste just the same
without upchurning sequelae
leading to cross-sectioning
of countless innocent octopi

for the sneaking addled appetite
they slake by substitution
remains.