SHE CALLED OUR LOVE AL DENTE ~  R. David Fulcher

She called our love al dente

                Then tore the meal apart

She called our love al dente

                Then stabbed a tomato through the heart

She called our love al dente

                And I thought the meal was piping hot

But then she exclaimed, lamenting:

                “You used an old and dented pot!”

When she called our love al dente

                I thought she knew exactly what it meant

A blend so perfectly spiced and seasoned,

                Not a fork rusty and bent