POEM WRITTEN IN A COOKING MAGAZINE
The man was quite mad.
He enjoyed writing in code.
He invented special kinds of short hand,
Kept business records in a language,
Intelligible to himself and the initiated,
Cryptic labels marked the boxes,
The boxes of all the things he possessed.
But when it came to life's basics,
Though, technically speaking,
He still bordered on insanity,
His manner of speech was straightforward.
He wrote in the King's English.
He said, ‘I love you’.
And he proclaimed for all that care to hear,
‘I worship the ground upon which you walk’.