A Potty Poem
I wandered lonely as a cloud
O’er fields and pasteurs hilly
But nothing could distract my mind
From thoughts of Power Pod Chilli!
Beside the lake beneath the trees
In a landscape so enduring
I dream of far off Mexico
And spices so alluring.
As awesome as the stars that shine
These meals with such potential
Spice Pioneer has rolled them out
Cuisine so quintessential!
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don’t know why her diet went awry.
Hadn’t she heard of Katsu Curry?
Just the thing when you’re in a hurry
And specially designed, of course,
To avert any mishap with a horse…
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts
The Knave believed ill-starred.
By stealth he saved her children’s health
From all that ghastly lard!
Oh my, that Chicken Lollipop
You make my heart go giddy up
You set my world on fire
You are my one desire.
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm troubled sphere
I will risk all to dine
With the adventurous Spice Pioneer!
The owl and the pussy cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat
They took some stores
And as good carnivores
‘Twas the Fajitas that got their vote!
Oh, to be in England
Now that May is there
And frolic on the beaches
Of Weston Super Mare.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky
But joy there is tenfold
In a Peri – Chicken thigh!
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Thought the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
We all will keep our distance
With stress at such a height
We’ll do as Boris tells us
And stay at home – alright?
With apologies to:
Emily Jane Bronte
George Gordon (Lord Byron) and the ever industrious ‘Anon’!