Ruth gives the Utahraptor a stern look:
'There's no meat,' she says, presenting the burger
like a burger puppet.
'Ey dino, I'm made from soya protein,
you beeeg stupid eeeediot,' she makes the bap jeer
in a cod gaucho drawl. It is the most liberated
I have ever seen her. I encourage her to continue
using the veggie burger as a comedic foil;
she blossoms like mould in a bread bin.
One evening, the burger follows us to the bedroom.
For the first time since I've known her,
Ruth becomes a predator.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
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