The Taste Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in white and grey
Put every taste into a bag
And threw them away.
The taste of the lollie
The taste of the corn
The roughness of the candy
The taste of the prawn
The taste of the pasta
The taste of the flake
The taste of the end of my pencil
The taste of the baking
The taste of the pork
The niceness of the chip
The taste of the smoothie
the taste of the dip
The taste of the raindrops
The taste of the pineapple
The taste of the kiwifruit
The taste of the juicy apple
A stranger called this morning
Her name was Dame
Left us with no taste
Life will never be the same
Tracey Ludeman