As I am in such a jovial mood I am re-blogging this spiky little poem, inspired by the ‘generosity of spirit’ exhibited by some of the people I have encountered recently. It makes me laugh ever time I read it.
Bigots for breakfast
Spread thinly on toast,
Washed down with a
Strong cup of Joe.
Dictator soup for lunch
With a side of Cesar salad,
Followed by a communist regime
Of potato and cabbage.
Coque au v[a]n for dinner
Enjoyed with an over-opinionated
But full-bodied Chianti.
Finished with a prejudiced
Helping of just-deserts,
And a wafer thin gender-bending mint.
IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed 
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I can’t wait to read your next poem
Thank you Gracie xxx