Because every now and then a challenge poem seems like a good idea. Meditation set 1: Pull fridge contents from memory. Meditation set 2: Determine core nature of condiments. Meditation set 3: Convert sets one and two into brain-savaging poetry. Meditation set 4: Consider the consequence of releasing onto the general public, and deem it acceptable.

Saucy Tales or Saucy Lament
January 16, 2011

t'were salariat raucht, the red hot cock's clean savor
t'were well in labor, careful spread, and salary man soon temper'd
daily spun and daily savored, mayo well beside for flavor
pickles, aye - and barely demi-quaver to demi-tass
well spun indeed, but missing - missing
olek sambal, that most desired, most clean-fired
abandoned long, and aye-along, for the sambal olek
no longer caters to those bereft of migraine
pain indeed's due well, and flavor - but again, and but again
sulfate compromise, where wetdryvacs lie most still and agon
closed to fridge and out the light, sodding, sodding migraine plight
where once was glory, abandonment, where once clean love - neglect

perhaps behind sambal olek, belachan
glorious and most curst forbidden
that house not fall to ferment

and migraine unto mono sodium, glutamate in crass solution
pollution unto mine loved black bean paste
wasted - wasted, long un-tasted
with it neglected, nay - negated, by sorbitol and invert sugar
one's very best wasabi paste, and lest that be not enough
the second best wasabi mayo - now must home-brew be assembled

by parade, by subtle carnage
by the poison in the storage
how missed be that which abandoned
tempts, and bids contempt clean living
where trade be pain, then, where it feign suffer
dig no deeper into garbage
cleaner, cleaner, aye - and lavish
well hot cocked, and gently 'member
so many lovers who would hinder

salariat, they dreams remember
out the light, and clean the liver

olek sambal - oh missed be
olek sambal - why hast thou poisoned me

*edited for correct spellings of the things which got fumble-fingered*