Blueberry shadows trapped in a jar.
It’s light and savory, this dish called Quark.
Some like it on toast,
I like it as a parfait.
A delectable chaos
for morning’s disarray.
Here’s the link for this dish, in case your hungry:
"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin