Meet me for an outing, a picnic

I humbly offer

my cooking beats my spelling

hands down, we can peel each other

grapes, while you toss the word-salad

I’ll dress it with our discarded opera gloves

and boot ribbons

saucing your stochastic greens

then may sing you to sleep

reciting Urdu poems too ridiculous for English

- Kmf (RedSonja)

(Poets. Such naked, shy folk.)