Picture This: Culinary Choices

Saucy Cook’s Love Poem

I want to get your measure, weigh you up, stir and blend with you,

Occasionally freeze, heat you up and warm you through

Keep you on the boil; sizzle with you.

Now and then you’ll no doubt boil over

And I’ll want to beat you, bake you, fry and grill you, fill you;

I want to eat you, toss you, sugar and spice you

Simmer and garnish, tenderise and ice you.

For you’re my crumpet, my plum duff

You’re my spotted dick;

You’re my glace cherry cake

My melting cheese straw stick;

My meat and two veg

My Camberbert wedge

My rolly-polly pud;

My toad-in-the-hole,

My Dover soul – and boy do you taste good!

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Naughty, but nice when taste and timing are just right!

By MD and one of Dr Who's former assistants has a copy from years ago with permission already for it to be performed FOC! 

Picture This: Worry Watching

Click Block

Click block, click block

Any time they’re rude, duck

Click block; not kick butt

Don’t sell us rotten food, chuck.

A quick buck is sick Jock

Better to just click ‘block’

Try and cure the sick, doc

Don’t join the angry flock.

Tick tock, click block
Every time they rake muck

Use bricks to house the poor, Jock

Don’t hurl them in a ruck!

Thick chicks are ill Puck

For gossips, use a sock, doc

Spread a bit of joy, duck
With hope and laughs and luck.

Click block, click block

Any time you’re cross, Jill

Click block; don’t kick Doc

Try clearing up the muck, Phil.

Click block, click block
Any time you’re sad, chick
Click block, click block

Most things pass real quick.

Click block, check, Puck

Most things work so smile Mick
Remember all the good luck
When the world’s... mad sick.

May 2015 - by MD

Picture This: Advent Event Advert Display