Ode to the Beef Patty (free verse)

Golden brown envelope

Flaky crust light with just with slightest crunch

Spiced underneath with steamy lust

Not violated with alien injection of cheese and tomatoes

Nor to be mentioned the cold crisp of bitter lettuce

For this desecration many taste buds have perished

Instead it virtues must be attributed to that of a seasoned hand

With right amounts of onion and thyme

And vengeance like only a scotch bonnet pepper can

This dark magic of food blessed

With steamy spirits emitting from it breasts

When all the alluring evil of the spiced demons wrought

Can only be quenched with a cold Red Stripe

And be brought to naught

And when it is consumed unlike a tart, danish, pizza or quiche

Temperature must be paramount for the body to be appeased

Whether solo or consummated with coco bread

Dear friends do so with caution

Since your mouth can tell a tale of pain due to scalding.

Holden Hudson

(Class of 2012)