Last Autumn† & Suncakes
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by j oa n
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mcner ney
Amazing how many stars fit inside my windowpane. A flying carpet of sugar maple leaves unfurls along my road. Tenacious … one ragged leaf clings to the bough. Just enough light to glimpse silhouettes of yellow trees against the dove-grey sky. After evening showers, a garden of bright meteors blossoms. Stopping to see the shape of a snowflake.
Do you know how to make them? They’re supposed to be light bright and full of vitamin C. Everyone says you just glow after eating one. My friend had a shining recipe I kept asking for. Suncakes stop you from being cold and lost in avalanches. I remember something about filling golden pans with flowers, seeds … sunflower seeds. Bake at high noon, of course. If only there were a suncake now to have with hot cocoa. My friend is so lucky wintering in Malibu. Who gave her that recipe anyway? I’m the one who’s freezing!
Office Girls by va n e s s a
bootle
So various ailments are getting you down Your all over weight-gain is making you frown You have fat chubby ankles and small saggy breasts You’re having bad hair and your flat is a mess You can’t smoke or drink as it makes you look old You live on your own and have no one to hold – But your social life equals your mum’s once a week Laura Ashley and next are your version of chic You feel so hard done by; you’re into self-help Though McKenna’s Hypnosis just sits on your shelf Your clothes don’t quite fit with your huge muffin top But give you some cakes and you’ll scoff down the lot You’re a perfect size ten but try to eat less Craving attention to blend in with the rest Low-fat lunches and dinners are topics for talk But you’d rather be driving than taking a walk You’re moaning about things time and again; Hair and your figure, clothes, money and men You’re stuck like a jumping record that’s broke Sitting there sipping your diet cherry coke And maybe I’m sorry I’ve slated your way But I sit in an office and hear you all day.
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