A little scandal regarding content of lasagne meals in British supermarkets has attracted comment from across the globe, so why not join in the fun?
Below is the poem entitled Equine Lasagne which was written by poet
Bovett. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Has this lasagne
Ever worn a saddle
Or been ridden in the Melbourne cup?
I'm Curious as I bought it
In the supermarket cheap
When the price of beef was up
Though as I sit here looking
In the paddock next door
Where a stallion is quietly grazing
It occurs to me the lasagne you could make from that
Would be both quantity and taste, amazing