Sunday, 9 October 2011

Chick - Oh - Roll


The first time I saw you I knew it was love at first sight. The thought of your golden crispy skin, my mouth waters simply at the thought of you. Your innards consisting of cabbage, carrots, various spices and other mysterious ingredients are an euphoric turn on that grows by the hour. I think of you both night and day. You are but one and one and only true love and I yearn for you all the time. Finally our love has developed into something much closer. When I saw you, hiding behind the glass at my local Take Away I knew I had to have you. You were shy at first resisting my advances, when suddenly in one foul swoop I opened my mouth and swallowed you whole. My love we are now one, having consummated our feeling for one another. Now I feel you inside my body. You make me feel warm. You inspire me. You give my life purpose. We soon realise that nothing lasts forever and that you will be leaving soon. I lower my bowels towards the ceramic bowl and with the accuracy of a B-52 bomber pilot I drop my payload with pin point accuracy. I take one last sentimental look as I pull the chain, as I wish you farewell and thank you for the love we had.

I say it's better to have loved and passed a chiko roll than never having had loved a chiko roll at all.

1 comment:

  1. Ah the Chico roll - best enjoyed as picture - matured for a few hours in a bainmarie.