.5. What A Meal Poem by David Threadgold

Plip plop got a lot
Served up from the cooking pot
Dash splash soggy mash
Touched my hand caused a rash

Lean mean stringy bean
Greener beans you’ve never seen
Piece of steak like a sole
Could cover up a gaping hole

Crinkled scallops kind of wavy
Nice big jug of lumpy gravy
On my plate steaming hot
How come I got such a lot?

Where’s the dog he’s out late
He’d eat all this on my plate
If I must I’ll eat it quick
Knowing well I’ll soon be sick

I must try to get it down
Without a scowl or single frown
I shouldn’t have said I liked home cooking
To get this food that’s so bad looking


© 2008 David Threadgold
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