There once was a man from Majorca
Who was also a bit of a porker
From the food in Spain
He couldn’t refrain
His paella was a fair dinkum corker.
I would choose Iberian over Siberian a true culinary librarian
Epicurean yet utilitarian not barbarian don’t be a contrarian
Top picks & tricks from heady cultural mix definitely not aryan
Runaway or just the gravy train arcane but with modern refrain
Can’t restrain or contain the insane foody reign of this domain
Go like the clappers for Tapas fiesta then siesta the slow lane
Rally your pals with the gals go dullally down any hidden alley
Croquetas or Las Gambas or just Patatas Bravas in Las Ramblas
Paella the story teller paprika bestow Chorizo glow best seller
Scarlet harlots prawn p*rn dig suckling pig jig a verdant valley
Have a trenchant penchant for any merchant of the don Jamon
Svelte slivers melt tastebuds pelt flow across the Iberico rubicon
Flavour flotilla scintilla of morcilla or tortilla to savour all thriller
Rain falls mainly on the plains starter or main food reigns in Spain
My favourite spanish cozy resto.
Bring on the seafood paella and prosecco.
Serenade me all night long.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
In argentIna a such rice grain
of great magic i could not explain
produces great amount of paella rice
enough to feed a troop by cooking nIce
just one grain , so much of rice contains
I’ve walked among its people, tasted foods:
paella, soups, *horchata, and so much more.
I’ve visited Retiro Park, seen art
in sculptures on its streets that I adore.
I’ve visited its shops and restaurants
where dancers of flamenco hypnotize,
its rings for fighting bulls, its theaters.
These things I got to see with my own eyes.
I’ve taken buses all around Madrid
and learned so much there. Oh, that I could be
a youth again, enjoying its romance
and all its sites so beautiful to me!
*horchata is a special drink in summertime. It tasted to me like a watermelon smoothie,nothing like Mexican horchata made of rice milk. Spain’s is made from the roots of a plant called sledge.
Jan. 1, 2023
For the Take Me There Poetry Contest of Margarita Lillico
Dashing to the Registry
With my bride to be, to be.
Under blue skies with blue shoes.
Wedding bands and promises,
Held tight, till later…
I do
Fanciful footwork and fireworks
The most glorious country wedding.
Marquees and marvellous speeches,
Swirling and twirling with fabulous friends.
My love – my true love…
I do
Called to a photoshoot,
Practiced in shadows and in light
A new bride – but just for the show of it.
The venue, the dream.
For others to see…
I do
Singing and dancing on stage.
Directors calling and orchestra playing.
The rehearsals and the movements.
Creating something from nothing.
For enjoyment of life itself…
I do
(I do, I do, I do, I do, I do)
Under soaring osprey’s gaze
And the gathering silver eye
I take my bride to the edge of the view
For more wedding party vows.
Paella and beers, close family, and friends.
We dance into the night,
By the light of the moon...
I do
I’ll go to some faraway place,
On a lovely, isolated beach, at sunset,
And watch the fiery solar ball
Disappear over the limitless horizon.
Look, the waves are rhythmically opalescent,
The azure billows changing to carmine red
And then to misty white as the foam
Dissolve upon the fine citron sand.
I’d lay myself upon a comfy hammock,
Watch baby turtles swim in shallow sea,
Or feel the saliferous sweet breeze
Waft leisurely over the windblown dunes.
Perhaps I’d languidly sway myself into a divine nap
Until the sacred drums resonate with native music.
The smell of finely cooked paella chicken
Would whiff into my nostrils. Time to eat.
I wake and fry a couple of eggs
In my forlorn, unkempt kitchen.
I can only afford a dream.
Hola mia bella
My darling Citronella
You’re running off like Cinderella
Leaving behind your red umbrella
Heard you might be lookin’ for a fella
I’m handy and do things by the law
Stay a while share my gourmet paella
And for dessert my love song a capella
Don’t run off my darling mia bella
I love you Citronella
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Frogs’ legs
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad
Shish kebabs
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick
Pizzas
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased
Bird’s nest soup
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough
Mexican wraps
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas
Seafood paella
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish
Maple syrup
Canadians tree tap
Sticky sweet sap
Digestif
After dinner drink
Brandy glasses clink
17/09/18
'six-word couplet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Single slippered Cinderella
Yesternight’s ball bella
Angelic voices heard a cappella
Followed by lovely clarabella
The dinner served was paella
With a side of shredded mozzarella
While faking a case of salmonella
Cinderella invited her fella
To follow her into the cella
Lingering aroma of citronella
With a pleasant tinge of canella
No secrets told near mimicking corella
Misplacing both shoe and umbrella
[ Clarabella = instrument much like a flute; Cella = a room in a temple; Corella = a cockatoo ]
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on April 28, 2018 for contest ANY RHYMING POEM IN APRIL sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 4TH
My name is Bella
And I love paella
That's not Italian I know
But everything with me can go
I just like things that sparkle
It can be a vampire or a patriarchal
I go to high school
I am not a dumb blonde or fool
I am totally insane about vampires too
Specially one called Edward and that's true!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
10.13.2014
Limerick : Once a Senorita from Sevilla – 3
Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Caught a Cock to make a paella
Paella tasted good
But Cock stayed in bad mood
Crowed all the way down : Mama ! Mia !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
pan sizzle.. open air
add peppers.. garlic.. snails.. beware
extra herbs.. boil to a broth
lemon squeeze on rice.. no froth
lots of beans.. hare if you wish
Aha Paella.. a tasty dish
In mid-June's heat, we wait inside the bus,
and everyone has said their last goodbyes.
The Moorish boy I’ve come to know is sad.
He says he knows I never will return.
The bus pulls out (his face just fades away).
We pass through streets that now seem not the same
as those that we first rode down when we came
here six short months ago. It seemed so strange!
Madrid, my first impression of you was
how everything seemed dingy and so grey.
But staying here, I found your treasures, and
enjoyed your many charms that I unearthed.
I’ve walked among your people, tasted foods:
paella, soups and pastries and much more.
I’ve visited Retiro Park, seen art
in sculptures on your streets and in museums.
I’ve visited your shops, your restaurants
where dancers of flamenco hypnotize,
your ring for fighting bulls, your theaters;
your streets seem now familiar, almost sweet!
The group I came with, now like family,
chat happily about their going home.
But I alone am missing you, Madrid,
before I even board that giant bird.
Olive and anchovy bites
empanadillas
chicharrones and spiced clam
seafood paella
tortillas and herbs
rioja
Best !
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