Pass the salt dear, if you would, please,
I need to put some on these peas.
But not the pepper, now don’t tease,
you know it always makes me sneeze.
The horseradish sauce, is so nice,
it gives the meal a touch of spice.
But too much and you’ll pay the price,
it’ll burn your tongue in just a trice.
The tartare sauce is worth a try,
this is so true, I do not lie.
With luscious fish baked in a pie,
then served with a piquant stir fry.
What about chocolate dessert,
some extra calories won’t hurt.
then more cream, just maybe a squirt,
and watch it doesn’t stain your shirt.
Food of every kind I’ll eat,
I find it all a real treat.
I’m always ready for the sweet,
but slimming is a real feat.
Pass the salt dear, if you would, please,
and some lemon for me to squeeze
into my gin. Slices of cheese
would my sharp hunger pangs appease.
Pass the salt, Walt.
© Ernestine Northover
Your talents are expansive. A very fun poem to read, I did so several times.
Ernestine, this made me hungry, but it also tickled my sense of humour. Loved it my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it. Hugs David
Ernestine, this is what I call a 'comfy, cozy poem.' Very nice, very warm, rhymes neat and tidy. Good work. Raynete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The horseradish sauce, is so nice, I love the stuff, always pleased when it comes with the roast meal Great bit of fun here Ernestine Just what this site needs at the moment Love duncan X