Ode to an Odious Ad by twoleftfeet

[Nicola]

This isn't just an ode -
This is a gourmet ode
Conceived on a Flight of Fancy
in a hot-air balloon ,one afternoon,
over the sun-kissed shores of Grand Cayman
in a brainstorm
by exhilirated, inebriated ad-men

These are not just verses -
These are expansive verses
written with quills from
organically-reared ravens
to be devoured ravenously with relish
and a pinch of Mediterranean Sea salt.
Penned in a bar in Malta
by ad-men on expenses


These are not just lines -
these are seductive lines that glow in the refined mind
like a robust Bordeaux wine,
or the Vladivostock vodka
that you sip beneath the furs
with busty Olga in her Troika
gliding down the frozen Volga.
Lines concocted in an Alpine snowstorm
by intoxicated ad-men on the piste.

These are not just words -
these are shiny sugar-candy words
with chewy Hard-Sell consonants and luscious,juicy vowels
that melt upon the lips
like Montelimar nougat from a bazaar in Zanzibar.
These are words to tempt your tongue
to utter, like some nutter,
their dribbling half-oven-baked babble,
and spin delusions of refinement to dilate
your ego, but alas those Maris Pipers
deep-fried in Tuscan ExtraVirgin blended Olive-Oil
are still just pricey chips
and refined sugar, by any other name ,still tastes as sweet,
but piles the weight on.