Oh how I love all types of cheese Even the type you slowly squeeze out of a tube and onto your bread though I'd really rather have stilton instead A nibble or a slither is never enough Give me whole round to greedily scoff
It's not enough they love to eat, these gourmands can rhyme a treat! They mince some garlic, they make a salad, but must pause to toss off a ballad. Between the peppercorns and dried turmeric, you'll find notes for a filthy limerick.
Found you all at last right here, Someone has been drinking too much beer? Out of breath but not out of mind Time for fun and time to unwind. On with the feast, a click of the fingers Start up the music, bring on the singers.
Caution to the winds I say Devour your cream, have your way With slabs of butter glistening yellow Spread on toasts with lots of jelly Pour out the tea, milk in first Please no sugar, I've such a thirst.
Spindrift cooks and reads Japanese, likes her cocoa and dreams of cheese. When she's awake she has tea and cake -- not plain digestives, she loves butterflake. She visits Goa for ghee, its curries and limes, and writes about it here in her charming rhymes.
It's getting time to go to bed and review if I am properly fed. What about a final dish? Something sweet, please not fish! I think I'll find something like vanilla to calm the nasty intestinal gorilla.
Had a rough morning so just nibbled for lunch. Odd, because at midday I can eat a bunch. Then I had a go-round with bureacracy -- Couldn't think about supper while in a tizzy. The library was next -- too late and too rushed. Eggs and salad for supper and now I am bushed.
I suppose it's time for breakfast For me the least interesting repast Coffee is something that I don't drink Nor tea in spite of what you think I can rise and wait until lunch Not good for my health, more than a hunch
Duck fat or goose to roast potatoes? Of this great debate we are in the throes Some fine people prefer olive oil And simpler souls just put water to boil Now there's a thought -- cooked potatoes to mash Off to the potato store I believe I must dash
I didn't feel like going out which was the only place to get lunch. I think it made my colleague pout hoping that I would bring back a bunch of nice things to eat so now I'm a lout because she's lazy and has nothing to crunch.
IKEA opened a store this week I thought I'd go and take a peek I wasn't the only one to go Traffic was a nightmare, an hour or so to get inside and then a queue for meatballs and chips; a right howdydo.
Kerouac recently had la grippe. And now poor Baz is in its grip. Kerouac cured it with power shitting. Baz finds meds, eggs & toast more fitting. They post their sagas so there is no doubt that what goes in, must come out.