Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

At the Mussel Restaurant

At the mussel restaurant
You order up a pot.
Ceremoniously, they’re served,
Piled high and piping hot.

Scoop some shells and use your tiny
Fork to pull the meat.
Sop the sauce with crusty bread,
Each bite a tasty treat.

Sip a draft beer and relax
For everything’s all right.
A mussel feast’s the perfect way
To welcome Friday night.

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Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2015 at 11:43 PM IF I liked seafood this would be a divine treat!! Nice one.

Robert Johnson January 9, 2015 at 9:54 PM I guess you can eat anything if you slurp it down with enough beer. :) What did you expect from a midwestern uncultured frozen fool. :) Peace. :)

David Meade January 9, 2015 at 9:09 PM Sounds delicious . . . wish I was dining with you all.

Barbara Gorelick January 9, 2015 at 8:48 PM Yum... Can I come?BG

Jan Allison January 9, 2015 at 8:40 PM Got so say its one meal I wouldn't enjoy that or snails but I loved your write:-) hugs Jan xxx