Plates of chicken,
Beef, lamb and pork,
Cherries and grapes,
Fresh from the stalk.
Salads and noodles,
Lettuce, tomatoes, corn,
Not a glass out of place,
Not a prawn.
A enticing odour,
From bottles of wine,
And perfect food,
The finest of fine.
On a separate table,
With red velvet cloth,
Lies stacks of deserts,
More than enough.
Cakes and cream,
Puddings and pies,
And in the corner,
A pavlova lies.
An incomplete job?
Not in the least,
Look at the food,
What a feast!
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Plates of chicken,
Beef, lamb and pork,
Cherries and grapes,
Fresh from the stalk.
Salads and noodles,
Lettuce, tomatoes, corn,
Not a glass out of place,
Not a prawn.
A enticing odour,
From bottles of wine,
And perfect food,
The finest of fine.
On a separate table,
With red velvet cloth,
Lies stacks of deserts,
More than enough.
Cakes and cream,
Puddings and pies,
And in the corner,
A pavlova lies.
An incomplete job?
Not in the least,
Look at the food,
What a feast!
I don't like the smell of wine, but it makes it rhyme :)