The evening is cold and I am hungry
Think I will make some food for me
It's about time I tried to create
And produce some of the food I ate
So I get some water to fill a pot
Put it on the gas to get it hot
Then I start putting vegetables in
Carefully peeled out of their skin
Carrots, potatoes and onions sliced
A pack of beef already diced
Some garlic granules, pepper, salt
A few herbs for a full flavour assault
To add some heat some mustard powder
Crank up the heat and it bubbles louder
Throw in a couple of cubes of stock
A sliver of butter sliced from the block
A dash or two of Worchester sauce
All l the time giving it a sir of course
Then I taste the food I cooked with ease
you're cheating. eye see two poems posted. where was your turkey poem, yesterday? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I write one a day but don’t submit one a day if my computer is not being co-operative or if I just cant been bothered to stare at the screen for a couple of days, as I said in a poem around the 50/60 mark I think... and no thanksgiving over here, the only turkey issues we have is them all being killed cos of infection, very festive 8)