Melancholic marzipan upon a funeral cake;
Mourners sample toasts of wine and silently partake.
Sweetness spread to hide the hurt and cover up the void;
Closest hearts to him deceased -the least the pain destroyed.
Ostentatious caviar is proffered for a bride;
Guests embibing single malts which topped a whisky guide.
Bitter tastes of fish and liquor hail the lovers' day;
Souls aflame with celebration feast the night away.
Menus always point to North when life is facing South -
Consequently, now I feed my arse and not my mouth.