Roast Lamb? Poem by David Taylor

She wriggled her buns and coyly she danced
as she chopped up the vegetables, parsnips and carrots, and glanced
over her shoulder with her cookery eyes.
She went to the freezer and fondled the joint
and placed the meat in a dish with a flourish that's hot
then rubbed in some oil on the spot.
And taking some herbs from her garden in bloom
washed them and chopped them with a smile that shone through the room.
She sprinkled her herbs on the lamb, that watched as she cooked up her plan
and said in a sultry soft shiny voice
oh I think it will be a while 'till the cooking is done
perhaps if your hungry like me, you'd like to have your dessert before tea?
I have strawberries and cream, or if you prefer
soft and sweet pavlova swirls, with syrup that will melt in your mouth.
And since kindly you brought the wine
the dessert will of course, be on me... if you don't mind?