There is no milk <br />There is no sugar <br />The pie remained <br /> Without the cream... <br /> Culinary chance-man <br />Has lost his taste <br />And his patience, <br />Why he tried <br />Today a pepper. <br /> And now sits sadly <br /> To smoke his pipe...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-taste/
