Day 102

Today's words:

Cult

Mustard

Number

Tunnel

Torrent

Binder

I'm a member of that cult

Of people who put mustard

On their French fries. There are a number

Of us. If you've never met one you must live in a tunnel.

Not at lot, mind you, not a torrent,

But just enough. I keep a binder

Full of recipes. I'll often refer to this binder

When cooking, but I improvise too. I'm not in a cult

That way. I once saw a guy squirt a torrent

Of mustard

All over his food. He had to nearly dig a tunnel

Through the stuff to get to it. That's so wrong, in any number

Of ways. For a number

Of reasons, I prefer the recipes in my binder

To others, but I won't tunnel

Through all of them to adhere to the cult

Of mustard.

Outside the rainfall is a torrent.

And because of this torrent

I'm staying inside. I've got a number

Of things to do here, and enough mustard

To hold me. Flipping through my binder,

I look for something to make. I read that some cult

Members in Texas tried to escape by digging a secret tunnel.

They dug the tunnel

At night, even when there was a torrent

Of rain, because they really wanted to escape the cult.

There was a good number

Of them, but the leaders had their pictures in a binder

And sprayed them with mustard

Gas as they worked. The mustard

Gas flooded the tunnel,

Targeting everyone in the binder

With a torrent

Of stinging gas. And I can cite a number

Of similar incidents of people trying to leave a cult.

The mustard gas spewed in a torrent

Through the tunnel, claiming a number

Of victims, all in a binder kept by the leaders of the cult.