In Ireland wellies sell and wells are holy:
our names are legion in the roll of honour.
We have a singing priest (Sinead O'Connor),
and though we didn't think of ravioli,
we DID produce an extra-special goalie,
the legendary hero Packie Bonner,
renowned as Glasgow Celtic's Number Oner.
We're not restricted to our frontiers, solely:
the land of Stradivarius and Stromboli
embraced one of the lads, and did so wholly!
(The place is EM-poli, and not Em-PO-li:
you'll find it easy if you say it slowly.)
The Church of Rome, today, would be so lowly
if not for San Donato, our boy Donagh.
Categories:
ravioli, ireland,
Form: Sonnet
My favorite vacation would have been my very last summer vacation
travelling to Florida with my daughter and husband was an inspiration
Who knew, not long after we would be hit with a world wide pandemic
the sun back then was a splash of rich golden yellow, so totally Semic
Early morning visits sleepy eyed like white tail deer we entered a shop
hot bagels of every kind steamy coffees, summer dresses, flip flops
Sun tan lotion by day, Italian ravioli by night, it was indeed a sweet holiday
stretched out on the beach with sand between our toes we enjoyed the rays
It had been ten years since our last real holiday last time I had gone on a plane
today I look at the photos and smile, who knew things would soon go so insane
Maybe tomorrow it will be over and I can return to Florida with my small family
this time my son might come along too then we can bathe there, peacefully...
Jan 26, 2022
Categories:
ravioli, travel, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
I don my towerin' torque at a jaunty angle when I prepare my cuisine!
Eat yer heart out, Gordon Ramsey; of all the world's chefs I'm the dean!
I can whip up a delectable repast in a trice from a can of pickled spam!
I've appointed myself the world's greatest chef - that I am, that I am!
Ain't nothin' better'n my ravioli heated from a can of Chef-Boy-Ardee,
Or a tasty frozen pie or cake defrosted in my microwave from Sara Lee!
Why, I can heat up a canned ham quicker'n Emeril Lagasse can utter "bam"!
I'll say it agin, I'm the world's greatest chef - that I am, that I am!
Try my tasty Eggo waffles or pancakes that I forge in my toaster,
Or the magnificent stews that I concoct from Dinty Moore in my roaster!
People rave about my sandwiches of Skippy peanut butter and Smucker's jam!
Are you convinced I'm the world's greatest chef? I think I am, I think I am!
I learned the art of grillin' hot dogs at French culinary ecole Le Cordon Bleu,
And it was there I cultivated my skill fer broilin' burgers on the barbecue!
I invite you to try a bowl of my delicious Campbell's New England clam!
I'll repeat it agin, I'm the world's greatest chef (or at least I think I am)!
Categories:
ravioli, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Just relaxing,
safe and sound.
Not being a
poetry hound...
Ravioli was truly
nutritious...
Free of worry,
Tis so delicious!
Today, both body
and mind....
In search of serene,
still, spiritus.
Let go, surrender to
inner calm...
No rush, just nectarine
sweet....soul-balm!
7/31/2021
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Categories:
ravioli, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Saint Louie didn't like ravioli
And he wasn't much for mostaccioli
So he went to Greenwich
Had a taste of spinach
Louie screamed, "Unholy Poggioli!"
______________________________
Poggioli, according to the urban dic-
tionary, is a disease causing the male
genitals to swell and explode.
Categories:
ravioli, cry, food, silly,
Form: Limerick
Lasagna, linguine, spaghetti, ravioli, macaroni too
Is there any pappardelle for me and for you?
Here is marinara sauce lavished on angel hair
Sure try to take a bite of my pasta if you dare.
Shrimp scampi, chicken, blackened salmon. Why not?
Bucatini, vermicelli and fettuccine hit the sweet spot
Chunky meat sauce with hamburger a plenty.
I would add more cheese, but there simply isn’t any.
That is not fettuccine you fake connoisseur,
It is obviously tagliatelle. Your pedigree unpure.
Campanelle noodles with her sweet ruffled edges
Rivals cavatappi which gives cheese rather soft ledges
Spiral shaped fusilli has groves and crevices galore.
Radiatori noodles? I love this the best out of my top four.
Elbow macaroni for the kids maybe. They think it’s fine.
But make a fancier dish if you don’t expect me to whine.
Butterfly like farfalle makes me smile and laugh.
Gemelli is too twisty; it deserves a lot of gibble and gaff.
Penne noodles are my least favorite. I do not like them at all.
I could only eat them six or seven days a week winter and fall.
Categories:
ravioli, food,
Form: Rhyme
In the middle of the night,
the hunger pangs attack,
I am shaking like a leaf
as I get out of bed with grief.
I have the low blood sugar blues.
Trying to find my slippers is a chore
as toes are stubbed and in pain,
stumble to the kitchen for the fridge,
finally made to the stainless food bridge.
I have the low blood sugar blues.
Opening the door is not fast enough,
sleepy eyes squint to find anything edible,
a can of leftover something stares at me,
it smells like ravioli as I grab with glee.
I have the low blood sugar blues.
Found a spoon and ate out of the can,
satiated and sleepy I walked back to the bed,
my tummy grumbled all night long,
it was singing a satisfied and happy song.
I have the low blood sugar blues.
Hubby was looking for Fido's breakfast,
an open can of dog food given as a treat,
nowhere to be found among the cold goodies,
my stomach was ready to throw up cookies.
I have the low blood sugar blues.
Categories:
ravioli, anxiety, health, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Caper with asparagus porridge,
accompanies fake ravioli
with supreme sweet eggplant ...
All sipped with a porto wine
of passion fruit ....
Hawaii vermicelli,
rubbing mussels
bread crumbs
crowded larva sections
inside peanut crumbs
portuguese cognac within
and pineapple with avocado
al juice
Categories:
ravioli, allusion, aubade, creation, humorous,
Form: Prose
Obituary of a cook
A famous French cook has passed away
this is sad of course, but it shows how the world of catering
has changed character.
From an unshaven backroom man to a leader but only
a leader in his restaurant for cooks holds no other power.
I enjoyed that he once threw a plate of spaghetti
after Chef Ramsey for not making ravioli right, mind
with a master like that no wonder George Ramsey swears a lot.
But hang on a bit, if we elevate cooks to the status
of world leaders of great importance then we should stop
and think of the millions of women who cook for their
family and do so by being economical with their food so
it can be used the next day.
Of course, there are millions of women in our modern
society for whom the sight of a carrot or a potato leaves them flabbergasted,
but as the fairy tale says
need makes a naked woman knit a blouse.
Categories:
ravioli, 11th grade, color, confidence,
Form: Blank verse
Pasta with tomato sauce and basil please!
Or, white pasta with olive oil will do,
Steaming hot, slippery, sprinkled with cheese,
How about tagliatelle smothered in ragu',
Cannelloni stuffed with ricotta and spinach,
Thick lasagne layered with ham.
Please say it's pasta, please say we can.
Ravioli with potato filling dripping in butter,
Tortiglioni, penne, spaghetti, fusilli, I silently mutter.
Please say it's pasta, the good old red, white and green,
Please heap our plates and order us to lick them clean,
Pasta, please, Pasta.
Categories:
ravioli, food,
Form: Free verse
I'm a fresh pastry made with different fillings
A plate of me will cost you a few shillings
Sometimes made with spinach and ricotta cheese
Topped with tomato sauce and fresh, green peas
It depends, my pockets are sometimes filled with salmon and cream
I am the Mediterranean dream
I am solely
The one and only Ravioli !
Categories:
ravioli, food, for her, for
Form: Rhyme
Must maintain my upbeatness
Through all the hassles of moving
Must grin and giggle with each annoyance
Till things finally start improving
Haven't eaten for more a week
Can't find our horde of Chef Boyardee
The best is their new Over Stuffed Ravioli
Consumed in a minute twenty-three
Considering my sexy rotund chassis
My options are becoming so much less
There's a conspiracy by all the food makers
They want to see me in a bigger dress
They don't know who they're dealing with
They call me Big Jacko the Fit
Kids run for cover when they see me coming
But don't tell them I also like to knit
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
ravioli, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
loved Ravioli
thought was only Boyardee
now I know better
Categories:
ravioli, food,
Form: Haiku
He liked ravioli for breakfast,
Lasagne for lunch,
Spag bol for supper,
Every day,
It was getting past a joke.
Categories:
ravioli, funny
Form: Blank verse
My hubby said "Honey,...you pick!...Let's go out to eat!"
I jumped up and said .....,"Let's do Italian! Oh, what a treat!"
The waiter came promptly, handed a menu to me
There are too many pastas.... Oh, what will it be??
These names on the menu....so many to try
I'm confused ....what to order...just pour me some wine!!
Penne is money, and Linguine....a far away place??
Ditalini......sounds like a medicine.....when an ailing heart races!!
Fagiolini.....or Rigatroni......aren't those Operas to sing??
Canneloni is a weapon!....And (un) Ravioli....which is happening to my brain!!!
My poor hubby is starving....grabs his fork, and starts to doodle
So I finally make a decision......."Waiter,......just bring me some noodles!!"
Categories:
ravioli, food, funnyme,
Form: Rhyme
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