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A MATTER OF TASTE

A friend of mine can’t smell anything
Since an accident in which,
If in which can be said of accidents,
His bicycle collided with him on it into a
Somewhat out of control pick-up truck
Just south of highway 94.

“Can’t smell anything,” he said
After they took the bandages off.
The broken nose looked normal,
But you know how looks are deceiving.
“Not at all,” he said.
“I may lose some weight.”

And so he sued the son-of-a-bitch
Who couldn’t control his pick-up
In the vicinity of Highway 94.

His bicycle wasn’t to blame
He said to the jury
When pressed on the witness stand
To say what happened truly.
“And the loss is great,” he said.
“When I try to remember
Bacon frying and flapjacks
And fresh powdered babies
And honeysuckle,”

Memory isn’t enough.