A Spicy Story
poem by:
Michael Wise
Written
on Feb 13, 2019
One afternoon with Ginger and Basil we met an old sage whose voice was quite nasal He told us our lives were in need of some spice which got me to thinking of my favorite rice So my two friends and I spent the afternoon looking for wonderful foods to take home and start cooking Rosemary stopped by with that little nut, Meg who loves telling jokes and pulling your leg And wouldn't you know? Now what would I do? Of food we had plenty but our spices were few! I asked what shelf is all the saffron? Loudly I cried where has the tarragon? But we used what we had and the dinner was great it went by so fast and when it got late My friends said goodnight 'twas a fun time, you know and I suddenly thought where did the thyme go?
Tags: Happy, Humor, Rhyme, Beat,
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Reeves commented on Feb 28, 2019 at 5:05pm
Great - I tried homeopathic remedies, cod liver oil brought me to the boil.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Mar 10, 2019 at 10:15am
Hahaha....I love this poem...especially that little nut...Meg...ðŸ‘
Michael Wise
commented on Mar 10, 2019 at 1:07pm
Thank u Frank, and Reeves! :)
Christopher Russon
commented on Jul 29, 2023 at 6:23am
Love this poem.put me in the mood for spicy meal.
