My much loved fellow blogger, Kristian found a challenge on a blog I haven’t come across before but will have to start following I think!
Esther of Esther Newton Blog set a challenge to write a poem about food.
Yes you read that right. A Poem.
Me. The girl who’s idea of a classy sonnet is ‘The Boy Stood On The Burning Deck…
I make no secret of the fact I’m not a fan of poetry. I’m a big, Big, BIG fan of Kristian though so I read every thing he writes. As should you! Seriously, I love his stories. He’s one of my absolute favorite bloggers.
So poems. Poems and me. I went there. Apologies in advance but the devil made me do it!
I never thought that I should see
A food that couldn’t quite please me
A filthy psycho chose to tease
And thus invented cottage cheese
It makes me hurl and swear words utter
The blinkin’ stuff belongs in the gutter.
To make me happy bring me cake
From a shop or that you baked
Wash it down with a cup of tea
It’s such a lovely treat to me
Here in the US, proud and mighty
It’s not the same as dear old Blighty
Foods very different in this country
I’d happily choke my ex for a Crunchie
(I’d happily choke him any way but that’s not food related or rhyming so ignore this bit)
Fish and chips can be found
But the chips are fries
Don’t even think you can find pies!
If that’s not enough to chill your soul
They serve it with coleslaw not a buttered roll!
I miss Brit sarnies like cheese and pickle
That really make your taste buds tickle.
I want a kebab or a proper curry,
Neither of which I’ll get in a hurry
For all I miss
There’s so much here
Food and people I hold so dear
So I’ll stay put and shovel cake
And thank the Lord I learned to bake!