Restaurant Follies Poem by Sandra Feldman
Restaurant Follies
You have to have
An iron stomach
To swallow
And digest
What dirty politician
'Chefs'
Dish out,
And turn around
In Worldly fashion.
Restaurants of slander,
Sour Kraut and doubt
They run,
Whether dining in
Or dining out!
So, good people,
Please,
Watch out!
It would appear the good people are the main course. Eaten alive by the appetite of lies! Succinctly worded poem!
You are so very right Sandra. These politician chef cook. Kinda legumes in mushroom or sugar in spinach...we need to be careful what we fetch. Full score. Your metaphorical presentation magnificent. Beautiful.
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5/3/2024 2:37:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Food is a bottom-line necessity. But it's more than that - it is necessary for our spirit to share food with others, to talk while eating