A Northern English Six Word Poem –
“Pudding and Chips – I’m in Heaven”
Chips
In Flight
Animals, Birds, PoetrySalford 26th August 2017
The aviators are circling again
looking for a suitable place to rest
whilst the sun is high in a northern sky
Gliding from roof to roof
checking out the pickings
in lined up gardens
Unafraid and Unabashed
to businesses back yards they’ll pip
for some chucked out fish (or stray chips)
Or land in someones home back yard
looking in food bins for some fish from a tin
or filleted bones that’s been left there in
Quite a caper!
Eating, Food, Pleasures, Poetry
Harry Ramsdens, Old Trafford, Manchester
one saturday afternoon in May
mum and dad are down at little sisters – so here i am
eating a plate of cod and chips in the sunlight of a Manchester Summer
Haddock cant beat this combination
over the fish the tartar sauce goes
my tastebuds going wild for the tang
expectations going haywire
Hey – there was something there – unexpected
out of that lemony zing – a salty blast
maybe its being by the canalside – but then
even the restaurant cat knows – chef has added capers to his sauce
Zingy!
Acrostic, FoodZesty yellow lemons 🍋
infuse a certain something, when
navigating the crispy coating of a cod or plaice
got to admit .. its fresh in flavour,
yes .. I will have some more!
zingy red chilli 🌶
is just the thing, when bringing out the flavour of 🍖
Note though, add to much and you can ruin a dish.
great Scott! It brings the heat to a 🍛
yet without it, they always seem tame
Read all about it!
Acrostic, internet, News, TVIn response to the prompt
Newspaper
Now, here’s something
Everyone’s taken aback by the news today
When you go to the shop to pick up your paper – it might not be there
Some bright spark in Fleet Street would rather you use your
Personal device via “The web”.
All in a vain attempt to be one step ahead of the TV,
Press hacks aren’t happy as their work is consigned to history (and the fish shop)..
Expect a few rumbles from this idea
Reactions from those on the front page – definitely mixed
Fish – Acrostics
Acrostic, Fishing, Food, PoetryFreshly caught in the deep icy seas
In the Arctic
Sailing toward the nearest Fish shop and Fries
Heaven…
For every kid in school
is waiting for the Friday and
servings of fish fingers, chips and tomato sauce
(home made of course!)
For every free fish
is the unlucky plaice or sole
soon to be served in posh restaurants with
hollandaise sauce.
Flotsam and Jetsam – caught
in a passing net,
Seared in a pan and served up as the
House special
For each fish caught
is waiting a portion of chipped potato
served up with salt, vinegar, and mushy peas
Horseradish, anyone ?
