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Part 8 of Otter Omens (GO Poetry) , Part 3 of Tastes of Love: In Which Aziraphale Senses Love Through Food
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2021-11-15
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Tickety Boo and Scrumptious, Too

Summary:

An aroace Aziraphale might not experience all types of love (as presented in various dishes), but he can certainly appreciate their flavors.

I'm no Love chef, just connoisseur
I sample flavors, tastes, and more
These dishes, though I can't create,
I can more than appreciate
 
Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
A prix fixe menu most divine
Gourmet emotions, I shall dine

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I'm no Love chef, just connoisseur
I sample flavors, tastes, and more
These dishes, though I can't create,
I can more than appreciate

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
A prix fixe menu most divine
Gourmet emotions, I shall dine

Sashimi starter, supple flesh
Where soft pink peeks, plump rice enmesh
Wasabi's burn and ginger's woo
Arousal's first expectant chew

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
Here served a foreign appetite
I wiggle down, and take a bite

A soup comes next, steamed passions rise
Through slurps and spills, sex satisfies
Garnish with trust and add a spoon
Blissful ingredients commune

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
Each bite is brief, a love de jour
Delicious, mmph, I go for more

Romance sommelier describes
Champagne a smitten heart imbibes
Infatuated, lovestruck notes
The nervous bubbly heart devotes

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
Emotions, yours; enjoyment, mine
I close my eyes, and sip the wine

A pudding treat, rich love imparts
Sweet blooming warmth on tongues and hearts
Euphoric bond baked to adore
All's fare in love, with room for more

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
Lord, bless this gift, where to begin?
I cleanse the palette, and dig in

But not all love is a la carte
I set the table with my heart
Fine china serves a book, a prayer
My care for Earth: the silverware

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
Devotion keeps the linens white
Serviette ready, I delight

So many dishes here to choose
Some nibbled love, a taste of booze
But it's just food I, peckish, nosh
It's you which makes the evening posh

You're wafting curtains on the wall
Glass chandeliers that brighten all
The entertainer's dulcet voice
You're one part fate and one part choice

Comradery I deign to graze
The sampling kinship of your gaze
Alone I'm fine, but you I dare
To entrust with my dinnerware

Through all our reservations shared
Our complement'ry flavors paired
Companionship that's served with tea
We are each other's maître d'

Parisian crepes, oysters in Rome
A cuppa in my Soho home
From picnics to the Ritz's grand
This thing we share, that's what's gourmand

Tickety boo and scrumptious, too
Consuming love's what angels do
And dining, too, my demon, thus
I raise a glass, and toast to us

 

 

 

 

🥂

❤

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