Angela Wybrow (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)
It was last Halloween,
When it was seen
Upon a restaurant menu.
(Everything was fine,
Until item ninety-nine) .
Could it really be true
That they served fresh ladies’ fingers?
(in my head, the image still lingers!) .
They were served with herbs and spice –
I have to admit that they didn’t sound nice.
Of that term, I had never heard,
And, by it, I felt quite disturbed.
That particular item, I read
Out loud to my mum, who said
‘There’s a vegetable of that name’ –
And then, of course, the laughter came!
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