A Singular Recipe for a Just Desert (in fifty words)

Cast salt over one shoulder.

Truss the bastard bird. Boil him
with a worn thumb, a fat worm
and the loose tooth of a horse

Wring in the juice of one lemon.
Simper till it come to a high past
that will not cleave. ‘Till it be enough.

Serve cold.

© Sophia Roberts

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