I took a potato masher,
placed it to her head,
bashed it in with a rolling pin
then cast her to my pan.
There she sizzled sputtering spiteful graces
while I bound her up in raging thoughts and cinnamon laces
stirred in with a sinful yen I call mine,
and doused her with soul and wine.
She grasped a look at me and smiled
as hot as wild ice,
and with a final vengeful elegance,
I topped her off with malice and spice.
~*~
As I adorned my platter with her,
a moment of silence took place,
and the gods did not eat for days without end,
for she was, the Goddess of Appetite.
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