Don’t expect me to deceive you…
With a sweetened tongue.
And the taste I leave you…
Hints of a bit of salt.
As you prepare to deliver to me pepper.
When you ask me to critique…
I go for the meat.
Not the heat,
When one may be wishing to be honey dipped.
Or perhaps thrown a kiss!
When you ask me to critique,
There is no sweetness dripped!
Unless the offering is fantastic.
And hits a spot I can not resist…
But sit,
And enjoy every nibble of it!
When you ask me to critique.
That’s what I will do!
But I rather not to.
Since like you…
I don’t enjoy everything I am served.