Haute Cuisine

[Pendragon]

Haute Cuisine

We shall blend the proper language julienne,
Into an thick romantic back sauce quite robusto.
Trickle into the dainty culinary wonder by hand,
Here and there a spicy word to make certain of the gusto!
Ah, the aroma of the language of the main course!
Woven Words stuffed with poetry and prose alight!
Talk about a dainty dish to sit before a King. Ah, Remorse.
He is not dining here, but we are up this blessed night.
Tis said to have to eat one’s words is to eat a crow,
Well, if they taste like this glorious dish, I pity them!
I could devour this garnished dish of words forever, anyhow.
And if crows taste this way the hunting season soon begins!
I could taste the sweet nectar of the poetry until I am overfed:
Then turn again and taste it, if it were the last thing that I had.

Dale Harris
© 12/14/07

[AuntShecky]

I like all of this, esp. the last line.

[Etienne]

Nice poem. And the title should read "Haute cuisine"

[Pendragon]

Nice poem. And the title should read "Haute cuisine"Thank you. My dictionary is very old. I keep planing on getting a new one, but I never do. I'm on a swing of odd phrases used even by English Speaking people, but not exactly tying them to the poem too tightly...