The Filafel's Great, but...

Do not gainsay fried chicken, amigo.
Crispy and greasy, and paired with
French fries, it's a food fit for emperors,
Also ranch hands. It's what everyone
Hopes will be served at a picnic.
Forget your beef Wellington, field
Greens or salmon. A summer can't
Happen if chicken's not fried,
And nobody will come to the potluck
You planned. Yeah, it's messy,
Utensils can't handle most pieces,
And so cheap that even the poor get
Their shares, but each bite satisfies
As no other food can. If you've gone
Vegetarian, that's great, amigo. I wish
You good health and I'm sure you'll feel
Smug, but I'm warning now never gainsay
Fried chicken, at least, not to someone
Like me.

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Written on 2021-05-04 at 22:21

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this, and it brought back good memories of childhood picnics and Sunday dinners with my grandparents.

I feel the same about custard creams .