What is that on the heat?
Is it meat?
It's sizzling,
frizzling
in the pan.
But what will it be?
Give me a clue.
I can see it's got a pink side
and a mink-coloured side.
I think it could be pork
or chicken breast.
It's a guess.
So I'll uncork
a rose
and hope for the best.
Your poetry has developed a quality of silliness that is quite infectious. Interesting how love does that... The title is especially clever. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Interesting the manner to create an original ”labyrinth”... Nice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem! It's far commoner to produce sad poems than successful humor and I just love the humor in this poem. The humor starts with the title (!) and i guess it's your man doing the cooking and that's why you don't know what's in store(!) . Just Love the humor and the way the poem is written!