#Syntax #Poetryclub #Food #Potato #Mash
Here you go –
You’ve been waiting
for that time when the
bubbles around the spuds
disappear
The water goes diving,
Normally the spuds
would be heading for the oven
but not today
Numbers of spuds
become a single thing
with the help of the masher
and a bit of butter
addition’s a plenty
sausages see fried onions, (or onion gravy)
chops get apple (or Mint)
depending on the meat
and Fish? Always parsley sauce.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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