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

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.

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

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!

Call me desperate

at this my fate,

but please

ring the bell

for supper late,

for now that destiny

has a date,

my appetite

for egg and steak,

is just a fantasy

to relate,

until the hangman

clears my plate.

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.

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.