45 Gastronomical

It was cold enough to freeze your buns off as the gravy train to the salt mines stopped to ingest some sardines. One sardine, who was off to bring home the bacon, had good taste in clothing and was souped up in a potato skin jacket and black liquorice boots as she hopped into the tin before you could say sushi.
Upon slipping down she was confronted by a scrumptious sardine with curly fries who was holding her bacon wrap that she had dropped.
She went as red as a beet as she digested the situation and offered grace.
He lingered like a fish out of water, but something had his tongue so he moved off awkwardly like a rolling lemon. The next morning they exchanged watermelon slices. Could these slices bear fruit? There’s food for thought.