Potty About Pot Noodles! Poem by Denis Martindale

He bought the 12-pack, took it home,
No patience, straight away...
Chicken and mushroom, added foam,
With sweetcorn, too, hooray...
Yet its taste required something,
The tongue to dazzle more...
With an oxo's beefy stuffing,
It thrilled him to the core!

He salivated there, of course,
For what else could he do?
The noodles topped with soya sauce,
Were spicy through and through!
He swirled and swirled the mixture round,
Aromas everywhere...
One slurp and he was Heaven-bound!
A feast beyond compare!

He leaned against the worktop's side,
Stood up and yet laid back,
With sniffing sounds he couldn't hide,
Then he took off his mac...
He shovelled noodles past his lips,
They slithered down his throat...
While spilling drips on fingertips,
Whatever floats your boat...

His guilty pleasure thus went on,
His belly boiling hot,
Till finally, all noodles gone,
He raised and drained the pot...
He licked the giant spoon as well,
Then thanked the Lord above...
You see, pot noodles cast a spell!
One pot and you're in love!


Denis Martindale, copyright, September,2012.