A Sonnet

Ambrosia

Shall I compare thee to a can of rice                                            

Round of body but top and base conflate:                                              

Financial storms inflate the bogof price,                                      

Anne Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:   

                 

Sometime too hard the might of Tesco strike,                             

And oft his gold ramps up the price                                            

as every fair trade cost from far oft places spike:                        

By chance or corporate plans change to gneiss

                             

But thy internal dessert shall not decay,                                      

Nor lose possession of that fair trade thou must;                         

Nor shall Death erode and change day to day                             

When time advances, to sell by or change to rust                        

So long as men can breathe, or palate can taste                           

So long lives this, not set to fall to waste