Grainful Enjoyment! Poem by Greg Costello

When eating began for young Tom as a laddie,
His dinner unfailingly, came from the 'paddy'.
Japonicas, Indicas, he'd gulp down with glee,
Aromatics and Glutinous, munched avidly.

We'd watch him devour every variety,
Basmati, Arborio and Carnaroli.
His appetite was such, he downed rice by the sack,
The only exception, to his liking, was Black. -

I questioned him on this, he went in to explain,
That it tasted to him, an unsavoury grain.
To single out Black, as being 'just not the nicest',
Suggested to me, Tom was clearly a ricist! !