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7 November 2016
Cooking Up a Storm, er, Form
There was something about the dizain,
It suited me down to the ground.
It is not the case with the trimeric.
(I keep wanting to call it turmeric.)
It suited me down to the ground,
the dizain. But the trimeric puts me in mind
of ground-up spices – or, I suppose, ground down.
It is not the case with the trimeric
that my mind rises lightly to the challenge
like a perfect syllabub. (Syllables are not to be thought of.)
I keep wanting to call it turmeric,
and to take ship for the spice realms
to acquire more flavour, or even a whole new recipe.