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Acrostic

Carouse

#Fowc #Carouse

Thursday 19th March 2020

Carrying on like they were in nirvana

Alert – the bouncers on the door

Rowdy – you’d call their behaviour – as they left the

On-licence publican’s for a place a little bit incognito

Under each of the revellers arms

Something rich, and red and alcoholic to go with their meal

Expect some fun and games at the Bring your own bistro

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Food

Fish and Chips – Kind Of

fish in parsley sauce – impressionist by inky.

The noble fish sat on my plate

hadn’t had a battering

it had been enjoying a bath like Cleopatra

getting all warm and tasty

Upon leaving the path it was

wrapped up in a coat of green

to enhance its wonderful flavour

and rested on a bed of buttery potato

And while it lay there in on the plate

lying in its luxury

a cohort of peas stood on a potato ridge

to keep it safe from wondering eyes

But alas all were devoured

in the haze of white and green

grappled apart by trident and sword

by the chef and his guests

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Poetry

Debate

Salford 15th February 2020

#Fowc #Debate

During the week, it was the hot topic of conversation

Election ? Europe ? no! none of these

But a culinary conundrum – which sandwich was better

A choice of Sausage, Egg, Bacon, or Cheese

The favourite – an obvious choice – but

Everyone wants their own bite of the butty!

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Acrostic Cooking Food Pleasures Poetry

Spaghetti

Salford 3rd February 2020

#food #acrostic #spaghetti #bolognaise

Spaghetti : Image from stock art created by Inky Using Painter Essentials 7

Sent headlong into the boiling water

Pasta long and thin took a bit of a hot bath

As it did, the concoction it was being served with

Gradually came together, as minced beef met up in a

Hot tomato jacuzzi with onion , carrot and mushroom

Eventually,

Turned out onto plates and sauce and pasta

Twirled together round a trident aided by a spoon

Italian cuisine turned out on Mancunian plates

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Acrostic Food Life Travel

Choices

#Socs #Choices

Choices you make, can form you later on down the line

How you make them is down to you

Of course, there are many paths to travel, to where you want to go

It’s a decision you have to make…..

Cold or Hot, Coast – Countryside – or City

Even eating, can give you pause for thought

Should you have golden syrup or chocolate sauce on your pancakes ?

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Acrostic Food Poetry

Gourmand

Glutton for punishment ?

Of course, you could call him that.

Useful to have at any

Restaurant table, he’s the

Main Man on the subject of what to eat

And what to shy away from

Note – however, the expanding waistline

Drop one day – he will

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Eating Food Poetry

Rush

Rush

rushing about these modern days doesn’t do you good,

until you stop, you won’t notice the harm you do to yourself

stuffing convenience food down whilst doing a hundred other things

heart burn is surely on the way…so take it easy

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Eating Food Pleasures Poetry

Quite a caper!

fishnchips

Caper

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

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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.

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Home Life Places Poetry Transport Travel

Midnight M5

Salford Quays and Manchester Piccadilly, 25th June 2010

 

The wheels of the tram roll in as

the sun descends over Ontario Basin

The moon sits proudly in a northern sky

shining on the remains of a fallen earth

 

Moonlight casts its light like a net

over water, concrete and glass

rainbow lights flicker on the waters edge

as glitterballs twinkle

 

Music played from off afar

buskers collect tips in their hats and jars

sirens cut the peace as peacemakers go cross the town

and cleaning crew vehicles cover the ground

 

And maidens of the day

make their way in the coloured light

as moon shines brightly

and stars guide through the night

 

The final buses are making their way

no more time to go and play

so its drinking a beverage in the late night caff

talking with mates and having a laugh.