Poetic Essences
Food to Die For
Before I go.
Before I go
I’d order a spread
That leaves me sated
Before I am dead.
No stomachache
After would I feel
Cause I’d be deady bones
After the meal.
I’d start with
The grape of the vine
A well-rounded, smooth glass
Of red wine.
Then follow up
With a tasty entrée
Of king prawns and lemon
Served up on a tray.
After eating as many
Prawns, as I’m able
A seafood platter would
Be brought to the table.
Crammed with delectable
Morsels of fish
With oysters and scallops
To make up the dish.
After eating it all
I’d order the port
And sweets
Of delicious fruit torte.
Then being fulfilled
I’d let out a sigh
Ah, a meal for which
I would willingly die.
©
David Rudder
2022
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