My Favourite

My favourite lunch, oh, what to choose!

Deciding it, will me bemuse,

 I’ll (your assumptions) disabuse,

For certain, it will make the news!

That time we met down by the lake,

And dined—deluxe—on sirloin steak,

Then gorged enough eclairs and cake,

To give us both a bellyache!

Of maybe at that fried food place,

Where we ate chicken by the case,

With cobs of corn and chips to chase,

Both munching fast like ‘twas a race.

That Uncle Burger meal you bought,

With onion rings and gravy: hot,

And apple pie, we sought and got,

Washed down with the best shake, I thought!

You’ve taken me out for Chinese,

And Greek and Turk, Vietnamese,

And Swiss with lots and lots of cheese,

Each one has made me more than pleased!

So what to choose, I cannot tell,

Each was a coup of taste and smell,

And satisfied my need as well,

In diner, ship or grand hotel!

Then yesterday, you made for us,

A simple meal of fresh bread, plus

Some fresh tomatoes, sliced just thus,

And nothing else superfluous.

And I decided then, you see,

(I’m sure that you won’t disagree!)

My favourite lunch in this precis,

‘S the one that you make just for me!

‘Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts, perhaps a grin?

So all of us, together, we

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now you’ve read what we have wrought…

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Jenny

Charlotte

Mimi

This week we talked of Lunches, true,

Next week our FAVOURITE SNACK. Woohoo!