'Are you going to serve up epigram and chips? '
'Yes, I'm going to make you eat your words.'
'It's a witty or sarcastic utterance' he remarked,
poetically.
'Oh no, my dear, that isn't right.
It's food' she proclaimed energetically.
'Bits of fish and so forth
encased in crispy crumb
is what they are.
And just to prove this
why not ask my Mum! '
'So are you going to serve up
epigrams and chips? '
Incensed she said 'I'll make you eat
your words.......with chilli dips.'
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epigram-5/
