(Coping with an Artistic Palate)
I’ll admit that I’m perplexed
for my spouse is sorely vexed
because he finds my menus bland
and untouched by artistic hand.
He finds my soup so pale and thin, it
needs a bit of color in it,
so I asked him how to do
more pleasing palettes for my stew.
He painted me a portrait of
a consommé he said he’d love
with so many veggies in it
and a ruby wine to thin it.
He’d like to wrap his mouth around
colors that are more profound.
to the point where I’m perplexed
over what I should cook next.
My color combination tends
towards browns and whites of various blends.
Might I aspire to red and yellow,
with pickled beets in lemon Jell-o?
He says my taste in food is static
whereas his is more erratic.
But, tired of his bitch and moan,
perhaps I’ll let him cook his own.
Alternate ending: (don’t read this one, Sam)
He suggests a novel dish
of tomato aspic around fish?
The thought of it makes my lips pucker.
Perhaps I’ll just divorce the -ucker!!!