Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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My Blue Cheese Is

Anchovy that stinky small fish
Don't place it on my salad plate
Don't serve it on my pizza dish
As appetizers it won't sate

The odor clings to the lettuce leaves
It ruins each pizza slice touched
Don't serve me anchovies, it grieves
all my senses when they are smutched  


Smutched means when something is smudged..
Rispetto is form but it is a rhyming form.

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Jack Horne February 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM LOL, don't think I've ever tried it but it sounds awful, for sure

Roy Pett January 18, 2018 at 7:34 AM Brilliant Poem Sara, the only time I have anchovies is when they are mixed in food stuff without my knowing, well written and GL in Contest. :)) Sara Kendrick January 18, 2018 at 4:18 PM Roy, That would be awful to bite down on something and get that awful flavor of anchovy. I have seen on TV some chefs use anchovy paste. I am thinking how would a person be able to eat that dish..LOL..Thanks for your visit. You made my day. Sara

Eve Roper January 13, 2018 at 3:26 PM Love the write, Sara, you make me not want anchovies.. I have never had them :) luck in the contest. Hugs Eve ~`* Sara Kendrick January 13, 2018 at 3:48 PM Eve, Well if given the opportunity try them but I don't like them at all they are not welcome on my plate..Thanks for the visit to my page and taking time to comment..Sara

Jack Horne January 13, 2018 at 2:33 PM yes, I know exactly what you mean - yuck Sara Kendrick January 13, 2018 at 3:47 PM Jack, So you have had anchovies..If you don't like them, you don't like them..LOL..Sara