Le Dejeuner sous L'Herbe

Le Dejeuner sous L'Herbe

The grass is greener but not always
on the side of the fence we are on
For one, it never has been tasted
from beneath French cows

I would love to chew pasture
mashed by such voluptuous rumps
expecting them firmer than mashed potatoes
and tastier than French Fries

And were I a Francophile worm
I would practice gourmandizing
by worming my way amid the grasses
and consume Manet's girlfriends buttocks

My only worry would be
their dyspepsia from Roquefort
that might transcend my nostrils
snobby delicate membranes

But such adventure into the gourmand arts
could be surnamed Post-Epicureanism
if the world needed another art-ism

~~~
Alex Nodopaka February?2005
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