Tyranny and Biscotti

by strangedayonplanetearth

On the M train I was reading the book Caliban and the Witch.  When the woman next to me broke into spoken word I was impressed, until I realized she was rhyming about how I will burn in hell.

Later I was walking my neighbor’s dog, which is about 6 inches long, when we were attacked by a dog 600 feet long (approximate measurements).

Determined this day will have one fine memory, I have turned to the oven, which is not known to judge or bite.  Four cups flour, three tablespoons anise seed, one third cup rum.  No need to rhyme when the words are sweet.