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He ate Suzi’s paella
and dreamed of Ipanema,
of romance in Marbella
and Rio de Janeiro
–
He ate Fleur’s rindless blue
his dreams were psychedelia
he dreamt he was Theroux,
da Vinci and Ophelia
–
He drank Ping’s green absinthe
and dreamt he was a fairy
with eyes as green as minthe
his wand, a blue canary
–
He ate Fang’s chou dofu
her durian, then balut,
and napped as King Shi Chu
at war with King Canute
–
He ate Ann’s cherry duck
nightmared of Gordon Ramsay
who served confit of muck
with jus of some philandery
–
Then came Maeve’s Irish Stew,
no dreams his sleep disturbed
and as he woke he knew
his food of love’d been served
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Love this menu of dreams (you tricked me by changing the title, google reader sent me to a 404 error but this was worth a re-search).
Thanks, Mark 😀 ( I pressed ‘Publish’ in error instead of ‘Preview’ while still writing it, so had to trash it, hence the 404 error)
This is a really beautiful poem 🙂
Thank you, Feeding Time – and for stopping by 😀
Fantastic. The rhythm is seductive, the words full of humour and that light touch of empathy.Made me samba and chuckle. Just brilliant: is it published? It should be.
What delightful comments from you, Kate. Thank you. Am glad I raised a chuckle. And a samba?! That would be a first 🙂 (And to answer your question – my poetry is published here on this blog only.)
I just LOVE this 🙂
Thanks, Cin – glad you enjoyed it (the product of too much brie before bed, Friday evening 🙂 )
Some people just have a handle on the written word. Your poetry is beautiful.
Thank you, Renee – and nice of you to stop by my blog
Me, too! Confit of muck – I’ll never look at a menu the same way again!
ha, ha – thanks, Monica – That Gordon Ramsay has such a nasty, potty mouth, I’m afraid it detracts from his culinary skills for me.
Very clever, Bb, and a beautiful touch of humour! I loved it. 😀
Thanks, Adeeyoyo 😀
Wonderful menu, bb, and Irish stew wins the day methinks. (can’t stand Gordon Ramsey myself, so carry on regardless!!) xPenx
I can’t see what the attraction is with the man, Pen – he is just dreadful. Give me Rick Stein or Jamie anyday 🙂
ROTF~!~ Oh, I love this, Bluebee!!
How did I miss this??? You have such a wonderful construction here, without a miss-step.
The humour is strong, and the imagery is a riot!
Excellent and memorable poem.
Lady Nyo…’confit of muck’. LOL!
ha, ha, Lady Nyo, thanks – your comments have me chuckling 😀
i love the menu!!! your so creative and the pic is so refreshing!
Thanks, Eva – a menu to cause a bit of indigestion 😀
Excellent and funny poem – I now have indigestion. Great use of rhyme and rhythm and I love the ending (I’ll take the stew please) 🙂
ha, ha – thanks, Gabrielle (a breather from the normal existential angst :-)) hope you had a fabulous birthday day yesterday xx
I’m game to try most things but I balk slightly at balut
I was offered it in Manila – for a meat-and-three-vegger conservative eater, a terrifying prospect (I declined)
I’ve had pigeon soup and fried insects, both of which were delicious. but those pictures of balut on the internet are pretty scary
you’re far braver than I, nursemyra 🙂
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