Tonight's Poet Corner: Good Taste
Good Taste by Belinda Roddie At the gender reveal party kept closely guarded by boxer dogs and neighborhood cats, a couple paused their modest barbecue of T-bone steak to cut the cake. Pink and blue and gold streaked the sponge like acrylic paint as the cake was cut. For they did not know if it was a boy or a girl, but they knew their child would be an absolute fancypants.
