A Plate of Disorder
Are you ready to Disorder Sir?
What can I tempt you for a starter,
May I recommend the Turmoil Soup?
Garnished with Havoc Green Tartar.
For the main, perhaps our house speciality,
Goujons of Chaos and Sweet Bedlam.
With a Medley of Confusion and Mess,
Served on a bed of Smoked Mayhem.
On the Dessert Trolley tonight,
We have a Disarray of Cheese Cake,
A delicious Rhubarb Anarchy,
Or Sticky Turbulent Plum Bake.
Please enjoy your hearty and Riotous feast,
May it temper and fulfil the agitated beast.
Categories:
goujons, anger, confusion, food, mental
Form: Rhyme
Eat me first, I am the entrée,
My pink, sleeping prawns
Lie in wait
Tempt my main course, dancing
As in summer buds, flowers of
Goujons, acrobats of love
Fire your lust, washed down with
Blood-red wine, stirring midst
Medallions of beef and more
Then leave the cloth, the dish, the
Opened summer wine, to merry moth’s
Dance around the candlelight and
So we’ll not forget this menu’s
List, this line of straining chariots,
These happy concubines who wait in
Line, as if by sentiment’s dessert;
Perch your ruby lips and tongue’s
Pink tip, and make a kiss on mine
26/10/15
Categories:
goujons, love, passion, romance,
Form: Free verse