Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Food glorious food



Food glorious food
That passion for survival
Constant love affair

What's the sweetest thing
That your lover says to you?
"I could eat you up"

Way to a mans's heart
Is through his stomach of course
The rest will follow

"Let's sandwich in here"
As he finds a cosy nook
And as for dumpling!

But does he love you?
If he calls you his lamb chop
He certainly does!

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13 comments:

  1. How true that the way to a man's heart goes through his stomach :D beautifully executed!

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  2. I smile as I read your poem.

    Geetashree

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  3. Sigh, I don't think I have ever been called a lamb chop! Smiles. But isn't it interesting how many of our expressions of endearment have to do with food.

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  4. Hahaha. Sandwiching in is my favorite part.

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  5. lamb chop!!!! That would be a first!!

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  6. hi old egg
    your poem as also glorious
    good luck!

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  7. so sweet...i specially like the sandwiching and lamb chop portion..devouring love indeed :D

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  8. What a pickle of a poet you are! A feast of word play..and just the right sprinkling of sauce

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  9. Mon petite chou...
    Grand poetry Robin

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  10. Old Egg, your poem's title, reminded me, of the 1970 musical, "Oliver", with the song; "Food, Glorious Food". Thanks, for reminding me, of this forgotten memory. But, honestly, "lamb chop"? :)

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  11. The parallels between being with the person we love and enjoying a sumptuous meal are common themes in our poems, Robin!
    Well-penned...

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