15 December – Caked

When my boots are covered in mud
and the path is oozing goo,
I like to re-imagine the slime
I’m sliding and squelching through
as something far more appealing,
and splendidly appetising,
such as Mississippi mud pie
or Yule log with rich, thick icing.
Of course it increases Winter cravings
when I fixate like this on chocolate,
so perhaps I should always be prepared
by having some in my pocket.
For if I arranged things in this way,
I’m sure that would compensate
for wading through such a sticky mess
and getting so thoroughly caked.