FOR STARTERS
What to choose for starters?
Yes, I know I’m hard to please.
While others make decisions
I sit there ill at ease.
Shall I indulge in mushrooms?
Is the better bet the soup?
While I study and consider
Eyes glaze and eyelids droop.
I cannot bear the goats cheese;
Prawn cocktail leaves me cold.
I know I’m getting fussy
And my taste buds are quite old.
Asparagus is stringy,
The pâté’s often off.
The pepper in the mackerel
So often makes me cough.
Canapés are dainty,
But can be very bland.
Whitebait’s a non-starter.
Calamari should be banned.
Focaccio or bruschetta?
No, they’ll make my stomach leaden;
Perhaps my taste receptor cells
Have died and gone to heaven.
Fried brie does sound exciting,
But it’s sticky – makes me sick.
Oh, please, forget the starters
The main course please – and quick!
An amusing poem Roland. I don’t think I can eat another meal without a smile. For me, just bring on the desert.
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Thank you, Chuck. I hope you get your Just Desserts! Roland.
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Thank you Roland for this clever and entertaining poem this morning.
I totally agree, go straight for main course …. if there is one or two that sound
delicious. Or find another restaurant. Or go straight for Apple crumble with
trimming plus coffee of course.
Miriam
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… Aaah!… ‘Apple Crumble’, now there you strike a common chord with me. Thanks for responding, Miriam.
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It is indeed a dilemma Roland, and you’ve with characteristic humour covered the entire cast in the appetiser’s menu. And of course, when we do finally choose, everyone else’s then seems better!
Great poem friend!
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You are of course right, Nigel, when you remind me how other’s choices so often seem preferable to our own.
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Clever poem, Roland. Made me smile.
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I’m pleased, Eugenia.
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🙂
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Hee hee!
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… and another Hee!
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