mash potatoes, mix bread and cheese
spice it up, stuff pomegranate seeds
shape a cutlet on an oiled palm
roll it in breadcrumbs
consign it to hell
of smoking hot oil
watch the golden orb
emerge from hell
be dunked in gravy
onion, cashew, spice
and all flavours nice
laced with manna from heaven
pomegranate juice
it takes its place on the table
becomes the hostess’s pride
it’s a festive season
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Sounds awesome.
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Thanks! 😀😀
I saw the prompt in the morning and thought I can’t write poetry on food. But I had guests over for lunch, and by evening, I’d spent enough time in the kitchen to enable a poem.
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Awesome 👏🏼
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No I have to go eat, this was an energised read, puts me in the process.
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The last one week has been eating season for us 😊 Thank you, pvcann!
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🙂
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I love the way you describe the process… I can taste it.
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Great 😋😋😀😀
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Sounds delicious, heaven and hell combined.
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Thank you, Diana! 😋
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You’re welcome
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“consign it to hell
of smoking hot oil”
Definitely spiced things up!😅
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Thank you, Melissa! 😀😀
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