Taste buds at the see-through counter

So much I can choose
at the slanted sub shop glass.
Delights and dressings.


A mullion between each to attune

It was afternoon.
My autoimmune
response did balloon
on that day bestrewn
with coon-hatted Boone
on TV. Buffoon!
Easy from Cancún
to call me cartoon
while you can cocoon
yourself and out-croon
all but nine dragoon
who once did festoon
before came the goon
or those who do hoon
(that’s ‘old’ to impugn
and shows me jejune)
on hills of Kowloon.
But do I lampoon?
While eating macaroon
before the monsoon?
No. I’m no muldoon.
My poem, you oppugn!