Nothing Left Inside The Pot But The Spoon Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Ahhh...
With a taste that gets more delicious.
And with a doing that gets more ambitious.
To leave both lips and those fingertips...
Nothing but deliciousness to lick.

With a taste that gets more delicious.
And with a doing that gets more ambitious.
To leave both lips and those fingertips,
Nothing but deliciousness to lick.

Simmered in the pot was a lot to start.
With a slow cooking that began mouths to drop.
And everybody fed on it until they stopped.
To leave nothing left inside the pot,
To dip with a sipping to spoon.

With a taste that gets more delicious.
And with a doing that gets more ambitious.
To leave both lips and those fingertips,
Nothing but deliciousness to lick.
To leave nothing left inside the pot,
But the spoon!