There’s a Dead Rat in the Attic
so says Carla, the TV-aerial-man,
though I swear she’s a man.
Says it’s mummified,not recent.
Carla-the-man thanks me
for the coffee while I tip
sugar into eggs.
I’m making cake.
If I were a violin, I’d crave music;
I crave rich, dense cake.
for dVerse Poets Quadrille: 44 words
(excluding the title, and including the word “rich”)
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