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I'm trying to find a poem that my Granddaughter remembers reading a year back. It is likely to be Australian in origin and contemporary. Some remembered snipits are:
Australian lamb
One to serve/put on a dish
One to put back in the oven/in the oven
I am hell/I am in hell
As I watch ….
A challenge I know, but any help would be appreciated.
Ji
Perhaps:Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),Quote:
On Cooking a Symbol at 400 Degrees,
by Patty Seyburn https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe.../patty-seyburn :
I butterflied Australian rack of lamb
with shallots, garlic, parsley, butter, wine
(some in the pan, some for the palate).
Although the livestock loved in nursery rhyme
avoided clumps of mint, it served my family
nonetheless. I am no PETA zealot
(leather jacket, handbag, wallet, shoes)
but wonder if the deeds we do pursue
us in the afterlife. Does the fleecy
creature have a tenderable claim?
My lambent mind considers our short lease
on life, the oven hot. Am I to blame?
Who gave thee such a tender voice? asked Blake.
Myself am Hell. I watch the mutton bake.
tailor STATELY
I've tried searching for this on google chrome and on Yahoo, no luck.
Thanks tailor STATELY. This looks very promising. I have sent on to said Granddaughter for confirmation.
Kind regards, Ji