The guests lunged and grasped at table food
Plates piled high with sausage and crudités
But all lingered at the tiny village of desserts
Populated by toasty brown cookies scattered with coconut hairs
No one lunged
Hands ceased grasping
But then I spoke
of outlandish unflavored coconut
Brows knotted and
some tongues let me know that they were pleased to know this
Soon the cookie village was
desserted
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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