Coleslaw
There’s a garnish
that’s often found in the vicinity
of cold
meats, of baps; an unholy trinity
concocted of
carrot, of shaven raw cabbage
baptised in
mayonnaise, in unopposed marriage…
until now. I
will not hold my peace
til this
horror of sauce will desist and decease!
Its texture
is slippy, its taste is abhorrent,
how dare it
invade my plate without a warrant?
And there’s
one other thing ang’ring me more and more
and that’s when
food vendors describe it as ‘slaw’.
We’re not in
the Deep South, and this is a ballad
to say ‘I
will exorcise you, devil’s salad’.
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