March 9, 2011
My dearest,
So I write a poem for you, or attempt to —
Oh, how do you make a Devil happy?
Why, you make him some Japanese curry!
You make it out of carrots and potatoes
Onions, chicken, anything goes
You chop and you slice, you boil and you simmer
You salt and you spice, you laugh till you’re slimmer
You whip out a pack of Japanese curry roux
You break it up, add to this awesome stew
Chocolate-coloured cubes crumble and cream
This wholesome brew begins to sweat and steam
And soon it thickens like treacle and it tastes so good
You serve it to the Devil* and put him in a most excellent mood!
— and I realise I am better at cooking than I am at poetry, most assuredly.
Yours, ever and always.