Your grainy seed
Inside of me
Your yellow stain
My salty need.
Sharp and Strong
Beyond Poupon
I live, I breathe
Your Mustard Seed.

And when I chomp
a leg of lamb
I want to hump
the leg of a chair
Because of you.

I need to feed
and feel the greed
of groin on steed
that drives my soul
when high, so high,
on Mustard Gold.

It's true - I peed
onto a plate
to see the color
that you make
upon my buns.
Oh, Happy Suns
with splattered sauce
of seed run rank
with Vineagar and Tumeric.

On ham and cheese on
Pumpernick
you make me hot, honey
horseradish, garden herbs and
Gaaaaarlic, Daaaaarling.

I emerge.

Unscrew my lid.
Put your spoon into my jar.
Spread me on your headcheese
sandwich. Eat me. Yum yum.

Your grainy seed
Inside of me
Your yellow stain
My salty need.
Sharp and Strong
Beyond Poupon
I live, I breathe
Your Mustard Seed.

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Copyright
Dijon Poupon
1998