The Commonwealth of Massachusetts and the Swiss Confederation
attacked the Florida Legislature last night over bad southern cooking.
They tossed tropical fruit and showed no western hospitality
as the apocryphal battle raged throughout the night.
It would seem that not since the Paleozoic period or at least the Neolithic age
has the spanish omelet and english muffin been put on such a trial.
From Parisian streets to the Trans-Siberian Railway
the crisis was hypothesized, synthesized, and diagnosed
in oases of perspectives.
Captured on wax paper and placed in a yearbook
it was sent to the post office and was forgotten for a million years.
It was found in a hollow near a spring to an inlet to a reservoir
by a boatload of ferry elders, who were given several bunches of grapes for it.
They then grew fat and hid from the sun counting zeros.
So I ponder this communiqué over hors d’oeuvres
ad infinitum in a blasé manner
until the attaché to the artiste gave me the apropos denouement,
which I give to your here via this tête-à-tête
on this example of such ancient ways vis-à-vis this bloody tit-for-tat.
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