Condiments Poem by Martin Greyford

Condiments

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In this fast age,
The less exciting the food, the better.
Condiments are injurious in their nature.
Mustard, pepper, spices, pickles,
And other things of a like character,
Irritate the stomach and make the blood
Feverish and impure.
The inflamed condition of the drunkard's
Stomach is often pictured as
Illustrating the effect of alcoholic liquors.
A similarly inflamed condition is
Produced by the use of irritating condiments
The system feels a want,
A craving
For something more stimulating.

Saturday, November 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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