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
The proposal
Was a postal
Verded, nouned
and decisive
Told to a family
Of peoples
Humored and
Decisive
Tanks like ponds
Our Giant Prawns
A District
Countisourre
A taste fresh and delicious
One a seafood lover
Couldn't ignore
We propose in business
A site to construct
And build
A marvelous facility
With freezers and trucks
and skills
People Oh people
Your talents to create
A Product for
Millions
Where there is millions
To make
Internal and external
The environment we
Do care
A Product for
Smart people
A Product for profit
To share
Healthy and delicious
Tasty fresh and real
A unified front
Together in love we
Reveal
Customer and consumers
You have been put first
Our best is
The Worlds best
There is no such
Thing as our worst
Keeping the customer
Satisfied in the
Business of Satisfaction
Only an unscathed man will
Tell you this
How was it, have you got a slot
You ordered Lucozade, prawn toasts
And Garibaldi crisps, I thought
Your favourites, have you got those?
It was so hot today, I sat
Behind closed curtains, overwhelmed
With RVW full set
I passed the fens you know so well
I played the Norfolk Rhapsody
I watched the recent film of Cromer
And through that haunting melody
I saw the waters rolling over
And splashing softly at the pier
Where once you stood against the sky
I was beside, and from the rear
The seagulls cried for you and I.
Prawn cutlet with mustard sauce
along with meat balls
and crispy French fries,
followed by ice cream.
Water flows in tongue !
Fantastic
Food.
My feet are stuck in the muck, cried Chuck the duck.
Sean the swan came to his rescue across the lawn,
Chuck, grab my wing, and we’ll swing into the spring!
Chuck used his beak, as chic feathers tickled his cheek,
They flew out of the muck, we’re now unstuck, Sean clucked.
Chuck felt happy, Sean felt scrappy as they fished for crappie.
Chuck felt struck with luck as he caught one, but it stuck,
Sean the swan, brave and brawn, caught the prawn.
Now a pack, enjoyed their snack, as they happily clacked!
As a fisherman:
it's always a great feeling
to give back its freedom
like freeing a she crab
a she milkfish, a she prawn
for spawning purposes.
Albo shall go..Lambie too.!
There are some camps lying idle
I hear we need a digital zoo?
So don't come the 'raw prawn'
Now Australians ! what say you.?
you need divine intervention ~ look at me this walking miracle
said a limbless starfish to a half eaten prawn ~ gone hysterical
Word Bank 2: animal names
This time the theme is picking an animal mythical or real and try to rhyme with a person's name. E.g. Doug the slug/pug or Daniel the spaniel
Sandra/Amanda the Panda, Jack the stickleback, Joey the Joey, Sue the Kangaroo, Emily the bumblebee, Jake the snake, Peter the ant-eater, Skye the butterfly, Jim the pangolin, Betty the Yeti, Ben/Ken the hen, Kat the bat, Martin the house-martin, Tony the pony, Kimberly the flea, Shaun the Prawn.
Again comment below if you can think of any more.
pancakes barbara with cream
a buckwheat galette
haddock,prawn savoury wraps
brandy crepe suzettes
dribbled with treacle
Flip,flip Hoo
Ray!
There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills.
Sun fire like crimson
Blood red at the change of season
On a desolate planet of sand
A once sea turned to barren land
Dust clouds fly high in the atmosphere
Sun streaks red, as it sears
Scorched dry ground hot to the touch
Rocks and craters, rigid and rough
Canyons of oranges and gold
Nights that get ever so cold
The surface is inhospitable and droughty,
The skies swirling with dust, dense and cloudy.
Signs of life are long since gone
The entire planet is prawn,
A once vast and thriving society turned wasteland,
Burned hot by its sun’s brand.
Where there was once water
There are cracks and ravines
The sun burned hotter
Searing and scorching the land and the seas.
Looking down on the ruins that remain
It’s almost beautiful
The way death and destruction
litter the surface like stains
A once fruitful land turned fateful
By their own hand
All that’s left are cities buried in sand
An Australian pug so loves prawn
she could munch it from evening ‘till dawn
It’s called shrimp, silly Aussie
yaps a Yank borzoi quite bossy
But being good mates, their anger’s long gone
Ode to Fanny
Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter
Her break in life came rather later
Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her
Her kids grew up in the care of another
She never took to being a mother
Her culinary skills proved rather good
She could write and critique on all kinds of food
Destined to star in sixties telly
She graced her shows in glitzy finery
Her zany persona was rather dippy
Her dress was ball gown and misplaced lippy
Shunning apron and hat that looked so drab
‘Cos cooking and baking should always look fab
The man she had met was rather fine
Ex army major, life was divine
They fronted shows as man and wife
Fanny and Johny, well matched and no strife
Her fame continued for rather a while
Overridden by others in different style
And gaffes too many, they booted her out
No telly shows, no gowns to flout
Her recipes of the past still rather great
She put pizza and prawn cocktail on our plate
She and Johny, always a couple
Poor but content to remain conjugal
Ooh rather!
Staring at the moon for long
and sometimes she count stars
Her eyes filled with inferno
like she was hiding her scars
Many wishes she had
I thought so
and on her behalf
I take a bow
Dusk and Dawn
poised between her earrings
Dappling the pale moonlight
the joy she brings
Beauty embedded in silence
is an amalgamation of love and art
The nourishment of soul
and the the cordial of heart
Immaculateness of her
shattered in the watches of night
and she looked more like a nymph
in the moon bright
streamlined as fish
and spineless as prawn
enchantress she is
and the perilous falcon
And to me the storm seems
not to be subsiding now
Smitten with her
and reached on the brow
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