Have Your Pick

Have a sumptuous second helping on the menu—a plate of dessert perhaps?  If you've ever watched a candy bar, food, or restaurant commercial with humorous innuendos, you've witnessed food advertised to its finest form.  Any foodie, restaurateur, and connoisseur know how to enjoy their dish which has been baked, cooked, or served.  Watch a variety of commercials and ads marketing foods restaurant chains, and the films, the pictures get dolled up, spruced up for audiences' view and eaters worldwide.      


The following poem has been included in my upcoming book Rendering the Dream Beyond Yesterday's inspired as a foodie who likes desserts, and not just any, but the kinds that chefs take meticulous time in creating.  (I've a preference for a warm chocolate soufflé, but it applies to other chocolate cakes.)  Revised in Terzanelle, a 19-line poem combines terza rima and villanelle (broken rules: no meter) with rhyme schemes and refrains (A1,B,A2; b,C,B; c,D,C; d,E,D; e,F,E; f,A1,F,A2):



Velvety Pastry At Your Pleasure

Dine in, you’re in for a dishful of decadent chocolaty dessert,

Mmm . . . which imbues with warm, baked scent, lifting you to a savory mood,

I pick them out of the tables for that heady wind, fix you so redolent,

Sate your taste, saturate your plum, and relish your tooth,

Slowly scoop a mouthful of bundled fluffy flakes,

Mmm . . . which imbues with warm, baked scent, lifting you to a savory mood,

Before you scoop, whiff out the sweet scent,

Reel and whirl with lightheaded heady notes, like a bouquet,

Slowly scoop a mouthful of bundled fluffy flakes,

Gently glide into the nucleus, the foamy, lathering suds of the mousse in a banquet,

And load in the stuffing—the silky, feathery froth, ah, the quintessence,

Reel and whirl with lightheaded heady notes, like a bouquet,

Go above, at the north of the equator, to the skim, pearly, milk of the piece,

Let it dissolve in your mouth, to the height of its sweetness, though coolly gelled, it melts,

And load in the stuffing—the silky, feathery froth, ah, the quintessence,

They come in sundry varieties to serve your palate, you’d bolt,

Dine in, you’re in for a dishful of decadent chocolaty dessert,

Let it dissolve in your mouth, to the height of its sweetness, though coolly gelled, it melts,

I pick them out of the tables for that heady wind, fix you so redolent.