OH HARK PART 12

"Would you like  to have Zuchini fritters with yoghurt dip?"

Asked the woman at the barbecue, in her mouth a juicy turnip.

He stood disoriented, unable to decide

His absolute confusion not able to hide.

 At the decoding of the anagram, the woman in white beamed

 while the hatted one in anger, bubbled and screamed 

"I will get the stuffing knocked out of you ".

With this outburst   turning  a crimson hue.

"out of nothing , nothing will come

 the scum of the earth will return to scum."

Mouthing this profundity, at the woman he glared.

In a vicious grin his teeth he bared.

While the lost one's  eyes were  fixed at the Mediterranean medley

 Laid on the table, cries of "seize the day, seize the day"

Emanated from behind a thick shrub.

Thumping a fist in the air emerged the poet, munching on grub.

At that precise moment, a strangled cry echoed in the forest

Petrified, he looked around, bracing himself for yet another test.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.

 He whipped around and almost knocked against a boulder.