My argument was like an cauliflower

[fishfishquaileye]

you are not a good man
she said
I am a good man
he answered
without delays but
full of wit!

no answer then he gave
to her next
point

so they ate a
cauli
flower
and he puked on her shirt
as he hated cauliflower

and she hated the shirt as
it was
now dirty
and not fit for a queen
which she actually wasn't


if truth be gold!

[Cate]

this is very sad Fish, but who doesn't like cauliflower ... he sounds like a very strange man.

~~

He had cauliflower ears, eggplant
lips and a nose like a radish.
The soft smell of ripened cheese
lingered over his oily flesh. She
sprinkled some basil on top
of him (a minor improvement) but
then ... the man at the table behind
of where they sat ... ate him.
Once again
she was alone on a Saturday night.

[Violet]

.. your poem is equally sad, Cate. The ending especially.

.. I would also note, fish, that being a pretend queen is still better than not being a queen at all. I would have thought you, especially, might be a bit more sensitive when it comes to such defishencies. But no, apparently not.

[humph!]

Princess Violet Flower