Food Poem

[mike in brooklyn]

I used to write rhyming metered poetry and thought some of you might
enjoy reading this one.


I take my pints quite bitter if you please.
and pass that salt and butter with those peas,
the Sherry should be Fino, dry,
the bread a crusty gutsy rye,
with sharpest well aged crumbly Cheddar Cheese.

I fancy Garlic Mushrooms when sauteed,
Potatoes baked or fried or gratineed,
Tomato should be red and ripe,
A single malt's my Scotch's type,
with fine rich beans I'll have my coffee made.

Please never-ever overcook the fish,
baked eggplant makes a tasty spicy dish,
and anything is sure to please
if it's authentic Cantoneese
and how bout you, what dish is just delish?

 

[Jikoni]

^ Lovely poem.. I love reading and writing poetry, I wonder if I can come up with one food poem. I have never tried.

 

[mike in brooklyn]

^ I love reading and writing poetry, I wonder if I can come up with one food poem. I have never tried.

Hi Jikoni

Jump in and give a it a try - I think a rhyming metered recipe could be a start

 

[Robo410]

Sonnet: To Scrapple​

Robo 410 (aka J. S. E. T.)
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Oh mid Atlantic states ye are quite blessed​

And settled by a most ingenious race;​

Waste not, want not, it is the daily test​

To which all tasks in life are set in place.​

Oh chops and loins and ribs we know your ‘lure,​

Ye hams and hocks and strips of bacon lean,​

And fresh, or smoked, or salt or honey cure,​

There is no part of pig a plate’s not seen.​

And yet about the head, that meat but strings,​

What’s to be done with that, oh peckish man?​

Yea, muck ‘em in a vat with sundry things​

And fry it in a stout black iron pan!​

Gray loaf of meal and pork and spice and fat,​

No jellied tinned pink meat can e’er top that!​

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Colora, 1998