smock-ode to lent

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[from the far less holy summa mama and with major apologies to mr. luse for my gross neglect of any form whatsoever. i cannot help it. i'm starving.]

is my lent bent if i drool
at the very thought of you?
greasy.
meaty.
sweety.
treaty.
would this love be less?
taste less fabulous?
if twernt for this day -- i say
heck, yes.
spicy.
dicey.
delicious.
seditious.
plump.
trump.
saucisse?
i would feast.
wurst?
and face first.
salchicha?
yes, i'd eatcha.
salsiccia?
t'would complete moi.
lingüiça?
heck, yeah.
who'll drool like a fool
until tomorrow?
me? oui. and...
not quite one bite
would do...
so.
it must be.
lent.

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