Colours Food Poetry

Olive tree

#coloryourworld #cyw #olive-green

hanging delicately from your branches

in a cast of thousands

your colour casts Down on white chalky soil

as you soak up the rays from the Mediterranean sun

what you hold is prized up and down the land

by the farmer, the chef and the food fan

as you paint the town green

under azure blue skies.

Childhood Food Humour Nursery Rhymes Poetry

Sing a Song of Sixpence

I’ve always liked nursery rhymes. I’ve enjoyed them as a child growing up and  since reading authors like Roald Dahl , Spike Milligan, and Michael Rosen – I’ve also liked how they put a twist in the tale

I’ve written something along a similar line on the Nursery Rhyme “Sing a Song of Sixpence” – hope you all enjoy the read, feel free to comment.

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Eating Apple pie

When the pie was flown round,
The kings chef took a swing
But ended up in the castle yard
Trying to save the thing

The king came from his counting house
And saw his horse cart break
The queen came from her parlour
To aid the poor chefs aches

The knights they looked all sullen
The squires all forlorn
As yummy Apple pie did fade
And blackbirds treat was born

The maid came from the kitchen
And announced (with a cough)
“No apples to see, it’s sponge for tea –
The Apple pie is off!”