Condiments - 1 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Condiments - 1
He couldn't muster
The French hot mustard
Poet Menon, I will muster the courage to taste some of the hotter mustards.
Although mustard is used by all Indian cuisine, the usage is different from place to place. In
Poet Menon, I had a friend who put mustard on everything he ate. He even ate just mustard sandwiches. And trust me, he wasn't poor. tard
So am I, Richard! Excellent poem about French world famous mustard from........Dijon, in the Netherlands the mustard comes from Dijon. Very tasty.5 tars full
Is 'So am I' a Freudian slip? This series is making me giggly. Thx for the top marks, Sylvia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:51:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love mustard!