This is Farewell
No longer will my footprint
Leave history in the snow;
No more calmness from seas
Just the sound of crow!
Farewell soft summer breeze!
Oh you once so gently
Combed my hair!
Farewell! smell of autumn rain
And that dance I never dared
Fare thee well !
My short-lived joys
I'll land to who knows where!
Now I know, I deserve not much
But if one thing shall be,
An odor of mother's
Homemade bread-
A taste of life to me!
#nfaulk6
Execution
It's time for the end
But before I leave
I get to have a final meal.
What'll I have?
I wonder...
Ah!
I'll have a golden apple.
Just one is enough.
I'm a genius, aren't I?
With this golden apple
My last meal
Won't be my last meal.
Ahhhh, my brain trembles.
I'm so smart and clever.
With this meal over
Let's get on to the main event.
It's showtime boys.
Hm? Last words?
"See you later." :)
zap zzz crack zap zzz crack
...
Hello again!
It's me
I'm back!
Or rather, you guys never got rid of me.
A Delicious Irony
So tonight I am to die
It matters not the reason why
The town has deemed it must be so
So away, away, I must go
Had I a broomstick as the rumor
I should away, away all the sooner
Or had I a magic spell
As the minister's wife is won't to tell
I should magic myself a feast
And rid this burden of being thought a beast
But if I'm to be a witch
I will cackle over my last chew
For my last meal I'll eat crow
And let them think I've met my due
Last Meal
What to have for my last meal?
Oysters, shrimp or tender veal?
Should I blow out with a burger feast?
Or indulge my love for food of the far east?
Something simple or something elegant?
Or go all out with a first taste of elephant?
If I find myself dining on death row,
There's only one thing that I know:
I won't be having a low calorie dish.
Pile it high, chef, and make it delish!
Carbohydrates.
I sit and wait surrounded by wire barb.
Waiting for the last bite of a sweet, sweet carb.
Haven't had one in a while,
As it turns out.
Only thing I'm eating these days
Are heaps of self-doubt.
They escort me through a narrow door,
And there's pizza, pasta and burgers galore!
I bump the table
As I make my way
There, on the floor,
The carbs now lay.
It's fitting, though,
Eating like a rat.
Karma can be a dick like that.
Final Feast
Prosciutto, a dry Italian ham, rolled with mascarpone and arugula.
Drizzled with reduced balsamic vinegar,
A pinot gris wash.
'Ossobuco' a lamb shank marinated in wine and spices,
Simmered until the meat falls off the bone.
"Gremolada' linguine: minced raw garlic, shredded basil, parsley, and lemon zest,
Crusty bread and butter, and
Palate cleansing chianti.
A meal must be digested.
A salad: bib lettuce, shaved provolone, pine nuts,tomatoes,
Topped off with a brandy.
Two cannoli: a powder sugar, ricotta cheese, chopped candied fruit
Piped into cooled deep fried coned pastry shell.
The finale: expresso and sambucca, an anise-flavored liquor.