14th July 2017
Dusting down the old poetry notebooks again…
An Old poem recovered from my dusty old box of writings, written back in October 2012, when i was reminiscing on my Ambassadorial experiences…and mum and dad were out of the house – so i had to go foraging….
Thursday evening and I’m on the hunt for some tea
after spending an hour in’th museum or three
so i pick up me notebook from BASIC thats laid
and search for a recipe to come to my aid
I hop to the market to buy me some fish
to try and do justice to a most yummy dish
I chop up an Onion and a jar of some sauce
and not forgetting the pasta of course
I boil up some water from kettle to pan
and add the twirly pasta, according to plan
and so it don’t stick, or so it don’t spoil
i add to the pan a drop of veg oil.
I fry off the onion, in the oil in the pan
and then add the fish thats been sealed in the can
and when pasta’s done i then add the sauce
covering every morsel of course.
And when pasta’s bubbling – it’s time for my tea
so i’ll plate up and eat up – turning off the TV.