Editor's note: As a frequent flyer who travels about 100,000 miles annually, it's good to find some humor with the lovely food options our nation's airports provide us. Ala, strawberry yogurt parfaits at O'Hare airport in the dead of winter.  |
| You're always there for me, non-seasonally. |
Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distressed during travels?
“Come to me parfait,” saith one, “and coming,
be at rest on my laptop.”
Hath He marks to lead me to thy sugary, devout of flavor parfait
If he be my guide? Will thy use strawberries in the thick of winter?
Taste thy same, all seasons abound. Inject me with your sugary venom as
portraying a healthy substitute?
*sigh*
*Note - this will be my first and only use of Shakespearean foolery.
