GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 217

PICKLE Our love is like that good old jar of pickle We keep it like a cherished possession, A bit of it can send shooting down Our system a flurry of sensations varied, Hot, fiery, pungent, sweet, lemony, orangy, juicy, And we keep yearning for more knowing too much Of that can make our tongues insensitive to taste, And a little cannot we leave as our only savoured thing. 217