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Food Poetry

Ode to a Crispy Fish

Salford, 6th March 2020

Oh, what a wondrous life you must have led

swimming up and down the waters of the British isles

caught in the sailors net and frozen

before meeting a factory bandsaw

Brought back to life in the kitchen by butter and oil

dressed in lemon , dill and breadcrumbs

or even the chefs special batter

sharing a spot with potatoes and peas

roasted mashed or fried ?

while escapees swim free for the day

you put a smile on the customers face

as you’re devoured alongside your side platters

with a drop of tartar sauce

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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

Wabbit

#promptuarium #rabbit

At the bottom of the field , there’s a rabbit

Who’s height nearly blocks out the sun

His shadow covers most of the vegetable patch

And to the farmer that isn’t much fun

But he’s tricky this tall furry rabbit

Can’t be shot at and turned into chops

For as soon as the workers can see him

Down a big hole he just pops

And chasing him round fields are a no no

As between them there’s nowt but a mess

More than crop circles created

The locals are somewhat impressed

So instead, hes hived off some patches

For this rabbit to do what he please

In the hope he keeps off the carrots

And dines out on lettuce and peas