Robin
Hood is the tempting Eden apple, always placed in the mouth of the roast boar – He is the delicious idea, glowing with bravery. Always fresh thought. Yet, below the flawlessly tight skin and the firm flesh, the core is soft and tearful. A vulnerable heart lies riddled with the crushable seeds, where his love and his fear resides.
John
Little - He is not. The crispy potato skin with the simply-stated but profound wisdom. He is infinite softness with roasting strength. He is salty action. He is worn and he regrets the battle bumps on his heart, wistfully watching the beloved spuds and roots he left behind. He is the savoury scent of comfort and the father-like warmth.
Marian
Fearless is the dessert. It completes the aim of the adventurous meal, manipulating the evil with a disguise of sweet naivity. She is the feminine, concealing coating. The pie stands, reluctant to lean on any other course, proving that the pastry is powerful. She is oozing and intoxicating to all bypassers - but her deliciously fiery filling is set on only one goal.
Much
A hearty wholegrain, often gone unappreciated as merely a crumb. The loaf is a staple accompaniment to the plate that a ravenous woodsman can depend on. He is passed for mere airy light-weighted chewiness. But his loyalty is as dense as his crust, his elastic dough is surprisingly strong...carrying baked burdens and worries upon his own shoulders.
Alan
The smoky humour, the tough fibre of the macho pork. He is the honey-roasted charmer. Cunning and slippery-boned. He is the rind that looks hungrily beyond the plate, his loyal seasoning had once caused a sour error. However, he always remains tender towards his loved ones, relaxing in luxurious gravy at any opportunity in his outlaw life.
Djaq
The wine is beautiful but truthful. The brewed fruit have been bruised on her painful journey, yet, she manages to heal the wounds of body and mind with her supportive concoction...successfully treating all frustration. She is exotic, scented logic. There is always a thirst for her heartmelting spice – which contrasts against the abundance masculine heat.
Will
Rich with inspiration. His delicacy is creative, humble and always in milky silence. The cheese is mild to the eye. However, the taste is powerful to the tongue. Maturing below the surface, dense with determination. He is the skillful slice. A sharp flavour to pull the other members of the scattered feast towards the rightful cause.
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Heh. Just an idea I was pondering about...Because I adore every member of the gang so much.
I did a poem before. It was describing my family as different pieces of food, when I was a pipsqueak. My dad was baked beans, my sister is a sausage...
AAAANYWAY.
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