Best Served Chill

If you want to serve me

that piece of your mind

smoothed in a juicy tantrum

blended in a quarrel-maker,

sift the milk and shake

the attitude out of it,

wait for it to cool down

until the fury is dissolved

into a cream of tolerance,

then refrigerate it:

I wouldn't mind it frozen,

So that I should lick it like ice cream 

as I scream "best served chill!".

Author's Note

Looking for some honest criticism, I would like to be a better poet.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

You show diversity, and that's a great skill for a writer to possess! Interesting concept!

[MadalaJose]

Thank you Kelly for the review.