An Elegy to The Moldy Jar of Capers We Bought From Loblaws
Gone are the days when goods, preserves, Goons in the present, by contrast, Green mold forms where once was pristine, |
An Elegy to The Moldy Jar of Capers We Bought From Loblaws
Gone are the days when goods, preserves, Goons in the present, by contrast, Green mold forms where once was pristine, |
Poor capers. Though they look kind of scary and green no matter what. Hence… Goya?
Goya is the brand of capers. I admit that’s kind of bizarre, but for some reason seeing it printed on the jar inspired the whole poem. I should probably… explain that more. Maybe!